>Hi, this is a reboot of a long-dead quest I half-assedly ran over a year ago. Just to let you know ahead of time, this is the prologue chapter. As such, it'll be fairly short and somewhat to the point (see: railroaded) though there'll be some element of exploration in this early point. >As prologues are meant for, this chapter shall set the stage for the rest of the quest to come. >With that, let's get on with it, shall we? Strange Delivery Service Package 0 "Just Another Day"
Dead Swarm begins. http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/340286.html
QM: Hi, my name is CC and I'm going to run Pokémon: Brotherhood. First things first, some background: /tg/ has written up fluff about the "unseen" history in the world of Pokémon. A catastrophic war- leaving the world practically devoid of men and full of orphans - where cyber-organic WMDs are the weapon of choice. These weapons were referred to as Pokémon. That's short for "Pocket Monsters," which comes from the method of capturing and storing Pokémon. >I'll explain more in-game. You assume the role of the young man shown in the picture, Jacob Manning. I can promise you that Jacob isn’t on a quest to become a “Pokémon master.” He’s not a Mary Sue, won’t find life easy, and has temptations just like you or I. I’ve read through the other Pokémon threads in the archives. I’m going to do this right- with your help. Jacob, through your decisions, may fail in his quest. He may die. He may go on to be the heroic figure a world filled with scarred lands and scarred people needs. It’s up to you. Feel free to ask any questions and/or vote in the first decision of the game. I’ll post the introduction in a bit.
Good morning Item 7. Well...... It seems we're in quite a bind huh? I'm sure you all remember the tons of crap going on.
"God damn this thing is slow. Feels like months I've been on this thing." Musta been some power shortage. This tub's barely holdin'.
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This isn’t a story about the kind of goblins who hang around with orcs and plague adventurers. No, this is a story about an entirely different kind of goblin altogether. The kind that will give you the information that you want for the memory of your first kiss, or that will sell you the kind of weapon that legends are made of as long as you sell them 5 first-born sons. This is a story about Hobs, Changelings, Thorns, Fae… Avarice. This is the story of a Goblin Market.
I am KHAN THE DESTROYER, WARLORD of the NORTHERN PEOPLES! This is MR SCRUFFLES. A GREAT TRAGEDY has occurred! The NORTHERN PEOPLES are fighting between themselves! Our RAIDING PARTY will be ruined with all this DISCORD! And that makes MR SCRUFFLES sad.
In the land of F-ed up, you are galcon coal, one of the few survivors on sh*t-world after the crappocalypse. After an alien race proverbially turned our lovely earth into their fecal wasteworld, it's time to man-up and kick the 'crap' outta them... help our hero survive in a land that satan envies and crush those goddamn aliens.
Guflabs Mana harvesting outpost #138 Dralto 4, System Outer Guf 12, 'Fin Sector Unregistered Person(s) attempting to access housing unit
I got banned from 4chan for posting about oil rigs, so I will now be moving this to tgchan, because I was in the middle of the quest, YOU ASSHOLES. Anyways. Here's the other threads, just in case. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13672773/ http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13659845/ http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13646200/ http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13637263/ >:( Glad you guys don't have captcha though. Makes my life easier. Hopefully it's up to the standards of tgchan.
There are too many Princesses. The problem is built into the nature of nobility. Anyone with the money to wall off some land, hire some servants, and wear a suitably impressive hat can claim to be a noble. As there is no official royalty recognition authority, this is interchangeable with the real thing. This leads to a surplus of Kings and Queens. This, combined with the large amounts of leisure time available to royalty, leads to an even greater surplus of Princes and Princesses. Now, excess Princes have plenty of avenues for employment, even when given no inheritance; they can adventure, fight in wars, go into business, or any number of other activities. Princes have a chance to prove their worth, or lack of it. Princesses have, traditionally, had no such options -- until Wilhelmina of Umbrewood turned tradition upside down. Wilhelmina of Umbrewood was the third daughter from a minor noble family. She knew that her older sisters would be the recipients of any meager inheritance her parents had to offer, and she would be left to her own devices, her best hope being a marriage above her station. This was not good enough; nor was it even plausible, as she had very little status to offer to a potential suitor. Wilhelmina needed publicity, and she needed a smaller field of competition. This proved to be the key point. Other Princesses were in the way - sucking up attention and status that Wilhelmina would rather have herself. Wilhelmina had read stories. When you want to get a Princess out of the way, there's only one way to do it. As kidnappings go, Annabelle of Madriberg's abduction was conceptually unimpressive. It involved bribed guards, a brief scuffle, some threats, and eventually a gag. However, it got the job done, and no questing Princes thought to look in a neighboring Princess' tower. When Wilhelmina's deed was finally revealed (due to an intensely awkward surprise visit fr Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
The future, a wonderous place where technological advancement surpasses the capabilities of those that inherit it. Unable to make sense of exactly what a new mathematical formula can provide for mankind, or how complex ionic bonds of chemicals enable to transfer of thought between recipients. But, given enough time, and the right people to exploit this information, now, that's when there is a small step of uncertainty, followed by a giant leap for the entire world. Except for when this giant leap is self-contained in a beauracrat's pocket, licensced out to the highest bidder for purely socio-financial gain.
(new here, i actually know the guy gnome irl, so i decided "why not, if he can do it, maybe i too can do it" but anywho, just a trial run here so bear with me, grrrr) Cute little girl scout has mafia boss mother and want's to be filthily, grotesquely, and obsenely rich... problem is, she's just a little girl with a celular phone, a group of other girl scouts, terribly restrictive troupe leader, and i have to say... it is terribly hard to succeed in an adult dominated world... but i'm sure there is a way to rememdy this...
Great. The bus is running late. I love standing out here in the cold in the middle of the night. C'mon, I want to go home already. It should have been here fifteen minutes ago.
Look at you all walled in. You make a day for yourself again and again, don't you? So did your parents, and their parents. Hehe! Oh my, I never tire of this. Welcome once to The Vent - your place of birth and death. No, don't feel insignificant. You are just one of three million (or so), and today you're all grown up. Yes, it's time to leave the nest! That is right! You are sixteen years old and it is ILLEGAL for you to be under their care any longer. Isn't that such a neat thing? And like all good little failure children, you've joined a second family, and they just have a couple of questions for you.
Comon... this has got to work... Oh god I'm so groggy...
[This is an experiment of boredom.] [There will be 0 art in this thread.] [There will only be pixels.] [Odd's are this won't be very good.] [I'm not doing this for everyone's pleasure.] [I took the base idea from a similar quest, I forgot the name, but believe me, you'll know it when you see it.] [I welcome everyone to participate, as this will be a suggestion-heavy game/quest.] Welcome to the Void.
... Stupid day. Why do you have to wake me up.. "Mmrh." ...Maybe just fifteen more.. aahh.. the sun on my wings is copacetic.. FffhhWHUMP! ...Huh.? Ufh... pall..
You are a dimwitted farmer, raised in poverty. You are 17 years old. For one reason or another, you have to go somewhere and do something. Choose one of the following items to take before starting your journey: -A small cloth bag with some food. -A water bottle. -A piece of cloth big enough to be used as a cloak. -A broken knife. -Three copper coins. -One half of a candle. -Nothing.
Various screams and groans could heard. The sound of sharp objects piercing through soft objects at high speed fills the air as if to compliment the orchestra of high pitched screams and low moans and groans. Soft laughter makes up the softer background music and loud cracks make up what could be called the percussion. Somewhere between the hellish music, Kylie's soft groan mixes with the other low groans.
That's it. Story and style messed up so bad I'll just do this over and better, whether anyone likes it or not. It's the least I can do with it, and I want to finish this thing at least once. Cartridge loaded.
That’s it. I win. Any moment now, the medics will rush onto the field and pick up the guys on the floor around me who can still be saved and get them back on their feet for the next guy who walks on in here looking to make a name for himself. And if there was a crowd in this little dirt filled pit, they’d all be shouting mine right now. “Buster!” A gruff voice shouts out to get my attention, stopping my moment of self gratification short. I flick my chain a few times to get the blood off it, lashing it into the dirt and sending up clouds of dust where it hits before I loop it over one shoulder and start walking towards the commander who’d shouted. As I move, the chainmail tunic I’m wearing grinds against my favourite weapon in a satisfying way and I’m still grinning by the time I pull up just in front of him.
>Genre-spanning >Don't worry too much, all problems have a solution if you look hard enough >Haura is the PC
I'm Cloud Dancer and I like flying.
Select a route.
Hello. My name is Heart Fixer. I fix problems, not problems like, "What is fun?" because that would fall under your personal preferences. I solve Pony Problems.
I've slept so long, in this world of only dreams. I cannot wake up.
Okay, so I fucked up, my bad. I went to this ARC or IPT or whatever thing to talk to people like someone said, and I accidentally forgot to pause the little fairy girl's window. A bunch of stuff happened while I was talking, and I didn't get to talk to her again. My bad. Here's what happened in the meantime.
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Woah, hey. Freeze frame. Found this guy. Looks interesting. Thought you guys might like to help me see where it goes.
A new story begins, o guides...
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You stare out the window of the plane, as it drifts slowly through the sky. Today is your NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY, and you are finally going to realize your dream of TRAVELING ABROAD, which means of course going to BRITAIN, the owner of every single continent, country, state, city, and person. The popular QUEEN ANNE XIII, who never seems to even age, rules as the current QUEEN, and she's been ruling far longer than you've been alive. You think she's been kept alive through the various STEAM MACHINES the famous HUMANIST, PROFESSOR THIRDSON, has created. That is actually who you've come to visit in BRITAIN. You've heard that he's become somewhat of a RECLUSE lately, but that hasn't stopped your want of a meeting with him. You somewhat dream of becoming a FAMOUS INVENTOR just like him, and you hope to at least show him the sketches you've done. You look forwards for a moment, taking in the machinery of the STEAM PLANE you are currently riding in. You've never ridden one before, so you spent most of the beginning of your trip watching all the gears and and pulleys and such. You glance over the passengers. They're all reading newspapers silently, allowing you to hear the constant, soothing hiss of the STEAM. You turn back, and see a green flash in the distant sky. It must be FAIRIES cleaning the ATMOSPHERE, something they tend to do, despite it costing their lives. You often wonder why MAGIC CREATURES are kept seperate from society, when the QUEEN fully accepts them, but you suppose they just don't like humans. On the other hand, that also doesn't make sense for MAGIC HUMANS, who you always see living in the slums. You've heard that MAGIC USERS are generally born from poor families, but you aren't quite sure. A ding echoes through the plane, and the pilot starts talking. "Attention, we will be landing in Britain in a few moments. After that, you will Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Like, hi? My name's Samantha. My MOM made me go see a THERAPIST and he said I should get out more so here I am outside. She gave me some like, potions and shit and told me to go see some guy. I think his name was like, Professor Owk? Whatever, he's like next door.
The curtains are pulled up, spotlight cued.
The roar of his engines is deafening. Everyone a mile from here must know we arrived.
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It's been a long three days.
Many scholars agree that life must have begun in the deep East. Truly, caught in that eternal wellspring of life, the forests of the East grow on top of the dying without remorse. An endless parade of beings hidden in the depths of that green abyss march without pause to a drum that beats in the heart. Today, one of those beings is more important than the others. Today, one Tumyu male is seeking his right to become an adult in his society.
I've waited so long... It seems another eternity has passed. All Hallow's Eve has ended, and the mortals have given us their fear and celebration. Our power is at its greatest once again. It is a chance to roam in that realm again. And so...
Since you were a child, you competed with the girl from next door. Her name is Nell. Everything you tried, she did better. You were inseperable and rarely seen apart. You both grew up in the middle class, and did well enough in school. when she turned 18, Nell joined the Imperial Guard and you were quick to follow. She became a sniper, while you showed aptitude as a pilot and were reassigned to the navy. Soon after basic training a small planet on the fringe of the imperium, Serium 4, was invaded by the orcs. You and Nell were both ordered aboard the battleship 'The Flight of Zeal' part of a small army of 1,500,000 guardsmen dispatched to defend the planet. During the journey you and Nell spent much time together and were referred to as 'THAT couple.' The ship arrives at Serium 4 about six days ahead of schedule, much to the suprise of the ship's navigators. Upon exiting the warp, alarms go off and the PA system blared, alerting all on board that it was time to fight. Everyone drops what they're doing and sprints out of the room. You look at Nell, notice the concerned look on her face, give her a fairly awkward hug and start running. You can't hear her shouting for you over the confusion of the ship. You run through the dark, cramped passages to the fighter bays, fighting through a tide of confused faces trying to report for duty. When you step out on to the large flight deck, you find that all the fighters are gone, including yours. With a dumb look on your face, you panic. Failing to report for duty is treason. Before you get a chance to react, a large blonde man in a commissar's cloak spots you and marches over. With a great bellow, he screams "What's y' name, soldier?"
"Oh hey! My old game boy advance! I wonder what's in it...?"
Continued from here, because I cant be assed to get in IRC http://quest.lv/kusaba/graveyard/res/248856.html >>249400 I flash him really quick while I stretch out my tail through the bars! He seems really surprised!
Liberi Gothica is a tabletop roleplaying game being developed by Legendary Troll Sage Studios. Players are thrust into a steampunk world where the individual is lost underneath the rapid growth of industry, the progress of nations and the hellish urban sprawl; an overarching Church maintains absolute power through technological superiority, crushing all signs of spiritual deviance. You are a Liberi, a child who has come in contact with a demonic doll known as a Foci and forms a spiritual pact, granting you fiendish powers and immortality at the cost of your soul and the capacity to age. Liberi are ruthlessly hunted by the Church, as their prey is the souls of men, their existences seen as demonic perversions of children. To that end, special knights known as Paladins are dispatched all across the world which hunt the Liberi without mercy. All other forms of magic and magical creatures were totally annihilated in mankind’s distant past, and only exist as rumor. The goal of a Liberi is simple: Survive.
An unknown figure walks through the desert, the blazing sun relentlessly cast upon them. Much like the average fantasy desert, the sand seems to go for miles in every direction, with only the occasional cactus randomly spotted throughout the otherwise forsaken sands. Also much like a generic fantasy desert, some form of sand worm or something is most likely lurking below the surface. Seems like our mysterious figure is in a pickle... Suggestions?
Four adventurers go out into a strange dungeon. They are of four different races, four different classes, and four different talents. Generate your first hero, and the rest will come on their own.
Now I started this thread on 420chan, and to those of you who are on 420chan and recognize it, I'll still post there, if you guys want. But be aware, this game is completely text, no pictures. This is because I have no artistic skill, only writing ability. And since I have been informed that there is already a Blakequest, I'm changing the name. So, without further ado, here is [-b]Mansionquest[/b]. You wake up in a bed of fine red linen. The only light comes from a candle on the nightstand next to you. From what you can see, you're lying naked in someone's bedroom, however, you are all alone. The floor is red carpet, and there is a dresser with a mirror. Next to the heavy wooden door is a lightswitch, and the clouds outside are nearly invisible through the window looking out to the night. Actions?
Being alone is something you get used to, over time. They say isolation commonly causes insanity, but I guess I'm not the social type. It's been ten years to the day since the Break, and I feel fine. Scouring these old lands for Souls that still hold tightly to the past, living off of the land... My memory isn't in the best of shape, but hey, you do what you can. Things break, you fix'em. Things move, you chase them. Things get lost...
a story journeys endlessly towards the orchestrated miracle. -Riege Pick your character.
Previous threads can be found here: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Apocalyption >Recap: Coralina discovered the Orb of Infinite Psyche out in the wastelands in the middle of nowhere. Upon explaining her problems, the Orb decided to help her try and stop Lord Vresch from conquering the planet. However, upon meeting him, Lord Vresch offered Coralina the position of LEADER OF THE WORLD. After a series of trials, Cora accidentally partially released Hope from her 16 years of entrapment, and then Rastin hijacked the orb for a succession contest to determine who will lord over Neotis now that he is dead. The orb is now held by Kal Royale, leader of the Men's Club.
PleasebedreamingPleasebedreaming ... This isn't a dream. *click-click-click-click* "This is HQ, is anyone there? Please respond!"
Some would say I am mad. Some would say I bite off more than I can chew. Those people are the ones who do not act. With nothing but a short sword and rugged travelers gear, I approach the front gate of the city.
Well hello there, little miss thing! NAME: AGE: INTERESTS: - - - DISLIKES: - - - WORKS AT ___________ STORE IN THE MALL AMBITION: UHM, LIKE, BOYS??? For clothing, I think it'd be funny if you guys googled shit and made outfits in mspaint and then I'll draw the final one.
Hello world. This is Misaka clone number 16,271 speaking. This is my first time communicating through Radio Noise, from what I have been told it's a telepathic network that only we sisters may communicate, so please pardon me for encroaching on any standardized protocols that you may have already established between each other. As a personal introduction I've been instantiated at August 9th, of the year 2010, at 10:14:41 hours. Currently I'm lying on top of a firm mattress inside of a fairly empty laboratory. Across and only a few paces away from me is the professor's assistant, who is sitting beside a computer terminal. No doubt he's evaluating the current examination that I am participating. I'm going through the last evaluation before I am transfered to another facility for further experimentation. Since the previous experiment that I was scheduled to participate had been recently terminated, I have been given the opportunity to participate in another experiment. I'm awfully excited about it. --------------- "It looks like everything is alright on your end, Misaka 16,271. Why don't you ask your sisters a question to check if you can hear their thoughts?" "'I will try.' Misaka anxiously replies." --------------- Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
-URRRGGNN....murh.. (good god, what am I doing in this pit? I feel like I've been asleep for months... Most certainly, I have to get out)
You are a soldier serving in the army. Usually you just spend your days slacking around and avoiding officers, but today is different. Today you have departed on a terrific, amazing quest. You are on a quest to find art! You've begun your search in this rarely used part of your military complex, as you have heard rumours of there being some sort of art here. What will you do?
Can you feel it…. It crumble into ashes? Delight like a delicate pastry A truly happy event is always fleeting Even in the best of circumstances But looking at things now, I damn that was even moreso for me So it has come to this in the end? Chaos had always dictated my life, I suppose making it more… official has some merits. Though having to do it against my will, and listening to this incessant chanting seems a bit more of a mockery and an annoyance than anything… and yet… “GZG Z Mvpy… Nihlo” … And so I feel it, their minds eyes trained on me. Malice and hope meeting in one. The six damnable figures stare at me, and I can… feel their glee. Yet, at this moment I don’t feel the need to partake of it. That ends quickly though, A grin creeps on my lips, and I feel the weight lifted off my arms as one of them removes the binds that draw me. I quickly stand, staring off into nothingness with the shared grin as one of them brings forward a tray. Among it holds six set of weapons, and my body seems to gladly begin to grasp a familiar and yet foreign weight on my arm. A thanks to Glue for the picture.
Worldwide Phenomena Response. "At exactly 7:04 Pacific time, millions of people worldwide stopped. They stood rigid, staring into space. Then an hour later, they all went into shock. Then an hour after that, they began to change. Then they were no longer human, but a predator. Why? We still do not know, there are theories, but none with solid evidence. You, and thousands of others, have been chosen for your survival know-how and various skills to guide those unfortunate enough to have been left behind. Your location is sealed tight, and self sufficient and so until under express orders, you WILL NOT LEAVE your station. Good luck, and God Speed." Thank god you joined right under the wire. Actually maybe curse him. Your task was to guide survivors to military outposts via radio. 2 months. Not one survivor in your entire sector. Well yeah there was some. But they never quite made it to the com stations. What's worse is that 2 outposts have already been overrun. Only 2 still exist. And they are supposed to escort survivors to a safe zone? Please. How can they protect anyone if they can't even protect themselves from those mutants?
[Quick quest, essentially for practice. Though the whole not-having-to-draw thing may make it last a lot longer against the raging tide of my sloth than any other earlier quest I've done. Got one or two other quest ideas that need testing out, but unless this dies fairly instantly, I'll keep giving it my love and attention.] Darkness. This is the first thing I notice as I drift slowly back from whatever blissful void I had been in. The second thing is confinement. I'm trapped within a small space, legs drawn up slightly to fit, and the top of my skull pressed hard against a surface. I can't see or hear anything...
This ruin looks relatively undisturbed. There should be plenty to loot. Are you a: Human +1 bonus to all skills. Humans have no specialties. Size 1 Taian +3 dexterity +1 jump. Taians are humanoids with blueish skin and pointed ears. They are supernaturally agile. Size 1 Engara +2 strength +2 dexterity. Engara are a race of large canid humanoids with reputations as scavengers and raiders. Size 2 Yrado +2 jump + 2 tech. Yrado are smaller creatures with an affinity for machines. They rarely blow themselves up, despite the stereotypes. Size 0 Usknn +2 strength +1 constitution +1 tech. Large brutes renowned for their love of violence with an instinctual understanding of technology. Size 2 Ririsrak +1 dexterity +3 jump. Ratlike humanoids with powerful legs. C'mon and jump. Size 1 Tas'rak'eass +4 dexterity. Tiny gray creatures considered vermin by many races. Size -1 Size effects how far you can reach and whether you can fit through small openings.
now with 400% more blood...
>This is my first quest. Most of the drawings will be heavily pixelated, or outright pixelart. Discourse: AO: hey people I just discoverized the most excellentical game ever FS: realy? wat is it? i havent got any new games in a week TA: Probably that new game. What was it again? Something about indepth virtual reality or some crap? FS: yea i saw the markting schemes they were so corny lolz AO: yupsolutely so its called Strata its an rts and its really cool I played the beta theres all these factions FS: o yeah u told me about this i didnt pay attntion tho srry? TA: I doubt it. Most of the new games utilizing virtualizer tech has, put simply, sucked. Remember that other game? FS: it didnt suck that bad imo AO: that's because it was a aneurysympathic lovejoy game thing FS you play those all the time TA: Yeah, this game's by the same company, I just looked it up. Betcha it sucks anyways. AO: whatever I got free copies, you guys want Me to deployify to u so we can play Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
"- ... and she threw the goddamn thing out. Pretty useless, if you ask me." "... This Scout Watcher seems pretty smart, though. I think it's trained." "If it's taking its time recovering its energy, I'd say it's untrained and defective. Besides, I've never heard of Scout Watchers with their own mind." "..."
This quest is in the same continuum as Eivr and Oren: They share elements and characters between them. >Eivr Archives are at: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Eivr >Oren Archives are at: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Oren Some take what they can get out in a world that gives them shit. Some reason with life's problems, try to make the best of it. Some sit by their broken windows thinking what they could have had. But some said to themselves, Fuck that. Maybe we were just born bad.
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear o dear. What has happened? This should not be. No, this definently should not be. You should not in a world of shadows. You should not be missing arms or legs or a mouth. And most importantly you note, should not be missing your memories. This world, it is not purely black or white but instead exists in shades. Above you there is grey sky with no sun in sight, while the landscape and trees around you flit in and out of existence. This is more annoyingly depressing than those coffee house poets attempt at expressing their “pain.” Oh heaven, what shall you do?
Chapter 4 Sol has risen by the time we reach the gates; I can feel a slight tug towards a building around the wall, but I made sure to ask Uluaris for something to keep the elementals from running towards it. He drew a circle on my hand, and now I can't get them to leave me alone. Very funny, Uluaris. A man approaches from a little house by the gates and starts talking to Uluaris. He keeps looking back here at the copy and me. [Siisa vision Oh, I must have fallen asleep on the road! I got woken up by Tegen's voice; "Selling again, I assume, Uluaris?" "Of course." "Blue hair? Issat a spirit or something?" "No, just a golem. I thought Fennik might appreciate having something more interesting-looking to sell." Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Mom: Good night Mira. *Poutypout!* "It's Mimi, mom >Mom: "Now young girl, I didn't name you and raise you so I could call you by some kind of 'street name'." "Nickname mom. *pouts more* Teddy gave it to me." >Mom giggles. "If you say so hun. Good night Mimi." "Night mom."
Only moments ago you were burning the midnight oil studying for the entrance exams. You lost track of time and now find yourself walking home in the ladder hours of the afternoon. Snow lazily drifts from the sky in a near silent crystallized serenity. Your walking mediation is broken as a tide of red blue light washes over you from a police car making a traffic stop. Though Saint Lucian is a sizeable city crime has always been minor. The knowledge chases away any thoughts of changing course. You pass the stopped car, its windows are tinted obsidian black, you fail to understand how the driver could possibly see out of such tented windows much less how it would be street legal. You pass the officer as he taps on the black window and asks for license and registration. The next moment the door to the obsidian car is opened the officer is no longer standing where he was instead his body is embedded in the adjacent store front wall. Shots fired. Just outside the newly opened door stands a gaunt male dressed in a pin stripe suit, his short black hair greased back, and his eyes sunken as if he hadn’t slept for days. He isn’t even looking in the direction of the police car he’s looking at you, but he’s still firing a large revolver at the windshield. Your heart skips several beats you wish your legs would move yet nothing is happening. Having emptied his revolver he calmly reaches back into his suit coat holstering the weapon. His brow furrows as he closes the distance between you at a pace you can perceive pulling out a switch blade and pricking his index finger. The gaunt figure extends his finger placing it over your lips as if to shush you. A single drop of blood snakes its way through your slightly agape lips. The taste is caustic, you feel your body wanting to expel the substance but your will and body still seem disconnected. The sickening feeling slowly extinguishes giving way to a strange aftertaste, not bitter, sweet or salty but one of need, wan Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Oh hello there, where did you come from? Name is Hanz, whats yours?
HElo Quests! My nam is Brandom an i like playng to read quest! Do y ou like playing questss?
You are an amoeba; you don't have any shape or form yet. Fortunately, you get to choose what kind of limbs and features you will have. There are some general rules to follow, though; -Four eyes maximum -Four sets of limbs maximum -Complexity makes your actions slower Now, what should you add first?
Boy is I so bored...
You can feel the pain this being is going through to produce such incredible lack of thought. It's almost as if they have ceased to exist. There's only one thing in the sea of inky, milky darkness. A sight of distant lights, like stars, and far-off laughter.
Hi! You're a new thing! I wonder what I should call you?
previous thread: http://quest.lv/kusaba/graveyard/res/147917.html Create Picard a new frog honor guard / preserve everything. Credits: 100 Create anything up to the scale of 'an attack shuttle'. Equip anything up to the tech level of 'phasor'. Select team breed from male frog commando to hermaphrodite half-frog electrician. Frog Empire is plentiful in resources.
Your name is Benjamin Tell. Your friends call you Little Ben. You are a 7 year old boy. You are Athletic and Healthy. You are occasionally Unlucky.
Today is the first day of the second week of this madness.
>>This takes place in the same setting and timeline as Bardic. >>You are not legion. This shall be explained shortly. "Injection completed. Subject is utterly docile. Refuses to leave the area." Noise. There is pencil on paper. More noise. "Subject does not speak or comment on surroundings or treatment. Subject shows a lack of reflex actions." More pencil on paper. Noise! "Subject Amalgam will be treated by Neuromancer expert later today. Subject is ready after the fiftieth injection."
This city needs a hero. It needs someone to look up to. FFFar too long I've seen this city go to garbage...
Ooh, shiny. "How'd you get here, little necklace?" It looks like some kind of Christmas ornament... If I wear it it will probably get broken.
you are BABBY you have WHYT SKIN it is NITE what do?
Today. We tell the tale of a HERO! a brave WARRIOR! He is none other than MR. AMERICA!
>First quest. May take a while to post results, since I have barely anything prepared, art-wise. Apologies for shitty artwork. THAT IS IT. YOU HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH THIS ACCURSED HOSPITAL. YOU HAVE HAD TO RUN THROUGH THIS GODDAMN PLACE IN A PATIENT'S GOWN WITH YOUR BUTTOCKS FLYING FREELY IN THE BREEZE, SOLVE COUNTLESS PUZZLES SO NONPLUSSED THEY'D MAKE THE RIDDLER SHOVE HIS CANE UP HIS OWN DICK IN FRUSTRATION, AND FIGHT THROUGH EIGHTY-FIVE STORIES OF ELDRITCH ABOMINATIONS USING NOTHING BUT YOUR WITS AND A CAST-IRON SKILLET. AND NOW, AFTER KILLING THE FINAL BOSS OF THE UNIVERSE, YOU'VE GOT A BUCKET STUCK ON YOUR HEAD. YOU WANT SOME GODDAMN ANSWERS, AND YOU WANT THEM NOh hey a laptop. There appears to be a pretty archaic piece of machinery on the floor. It doesn't appear to be plugged in anywhere, so it's probably running off it's battery for now. Who knows how long this thing's been running? While the laptop is rather alluring as of current, you should probably go back to finding answers. But then again, why the hell is there a laptop in the middle of a somewhat nondescript room? Obviously, you should see what the hell's going on... on the laptop, of course. God, you'd love the chance to use some archaic technology.
It's time to tell a story. A story about the Big City. First things first. What drives this guy here the most?
You know, even though I was rushed through training, I still feel there's only one thing they didn't teach us enough about. Dealing with the boredom. Space is a marvel, until you look at the same bit of it for hours on end.
OW! Good lord, is it that hard to mak shock absorbers? I think my Legion's been compromised, good lord above. I turn on the intercom. "For god's sake, man, work on the balance! Why do you even put me in these things if they're just gonna fall the hell down!?"
We will find our rightful place. We will show them that we are strong. We will become one with the stars. Those who mock us shall perish. Those that deny us will die. Those that join us... Hope.
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I woke up, gasping on thick, hot, choking air. Air so thick you could chew it. It tasted like diesel fumes and burnt hair. I can't see. Too dark. Maybe too bright. My entire body is numb and I couldn't feel anything. Still can't. Too cold, maybe. Drugs? Probably. Maybe that explains the blindness too. I can't move. I think I'm in a small holding chamber. It's quiet but not dead silent. I think I can feel the slight vibrations of voices. Too hard to tell. Can't be sure. Could be light machinery. I can definitely feel their presences, though. Not their thoughts. Definitely drugs. Too hard to concentrate, can't broadcast. There's about three. Maybe two, it's hard to tell. Too much noise, static. The other implants aren't working. EM field no doubt. I bet the rest are useless now. Fuck. Escape. Must get out. No enemies made high up on the political ladder. Chamber's probably cheap. With enough banging I might be able to get someone worried enough about a broken chamber to let me out. I'm in no fighting condition, though. Especially without a weapon or implants. Maybe I can talk my way out? Might get lucky. Waiting is too uncertain. Right now, you're the only functioning implant.
With no warning, everything begins to go wrong. You are diminished. Something has been stolen from you, and the yet the understanding of what eludes your grasp. Knowledge solid as existence itself melts into uncertainty. What is going on? How could this happen? Answers that you know you possess hover maddeningly outside your mental reach, then flit away as more and more of what you know is drained away and your mind deflates helplessly. An intellect which should be near limitless collapses into greatness, then mere formidability. The incisive clarity which should characterize your thoughts fades into simple cunning. As memory shrinks and awareness of your past and wealth of hard-earned knowledge flees, a pivotal fact comes to mind: There is an escape from this consuming fate, a chance to flee into uncertainty and diminishment before any more of your identity is lost. Doing so would mean willfully casting aside virtually all your power and knowledge, but at least leave you with enough clarity to start on the path back should your flight be successful. Or you can fight to the bitter end, clinging desperately to the few truths which are most precious to you, those which for so long have defined your being. From these truths flow all might and wisdom, form and fate. Fighting to retain them at all costs risks annihilation and will leave you uncertain and disoriented at best, yet if you can hang onto them they will lend you strength and surely shape you just as they have before. Which path will you take?
In this quest I will test my new tablet, RNG, my RPG system and your patience. No suggestions will be skipped, and most things will be determined by the Random Number God (tm). I will change rules at will. The flow is expected to be somewhat similiar to a roguelike game. ------ You are BETA-TESTER. You have no sex or race yet. Please pick your sex. Random is also a choice, in that case roll 1d2. (1-m/2-f)
I was born without a heart. I am heartless and am fearful from nothing. I am trying to get a magical key to get my heart back.
((This will be a 'sometimes illustrated' quest. I'll draw art when I feel it's needed.)) In this world, everything has a soul. Everything - from your house, to your computer, to your car - has a spirit sleeping within it. The spirits are capable of great and remakable things. Vast, incredible abilities lay dormant in every object. Incredible power sleeps where you least expect it. Only some can access the power of these spirits, and even then, with but a single bonded item. This item is important to the person, or close to them, for some reason or another, and that bond allows them to awaken the sleeping spirit within. The powers are wide-ranging in both power and usefulness. Some are extremely powerful. Some are weak and useless. Others are simply powerful enough to be useful in a specific, pragmatic way. This is a special story. In order to tell it, we need to nail down a few things, first, alright. Now, first of all...
The lights are returning... Am I working again?
I don't feel like digging up the old thread
Choose your character.
oh god how did this get here i am not good with computer
You wake up in the dark of a moving van. It seems to be chugging along at a decent pace. The last thing you remember is talking with your mom about your destination; Littleroot Town, a small hamlet near the center of the region of Hoenn. You slowly rub your eyes, hoping just maybe that the act will remove the grogginess from your body. You don't sleep well anymore, this fact not helped by the long trip you just spent in the back of a packed moving van. As you feel the wheels slow and the sound of the brakes screech ever so lightly, you suddenly grow excited at the prospect of seeing the new house. After the truck stops, you wait for what feels like an eternity in the dark until suddenly the door before you shoots open, sunlight flooding the small space that is the van. It seems the sun is just rising, and you're now aware you're facing east. You leap from the van an proceed to make your way past the two very large Vigoroth's the mover's employ to carry your heavier belongings into the house itself. It's a quaint little two story deal, and you're actually kind of happy with your mother's tastes. The town seems slightly empty, although there is a large, very sterile looking building to the south, and a house nearly identical to your own just to the east. A dense forest surrounds the town and you're beginning to wonder how the truck managed to fit through the only discernible path in the area. Now the real question is, are you a boy or a girl? >Boy >Girl
Man, goblins is such dumbasses, those fucks would rather get krumped than tossed in the slammer. Fuckers don't know it's fucking golden in there, free food and shit. But this one, he ain't even telling you where his base is at. What the fuck, eh?
Alright! We're choking goblins! As always, we are ON TOP OF our obscure internet memes. So why are we choking goblins, again?
please help. it is dark and scary in this place. they won't let me leave. they say this place is for dangerous people. but daddy said i wasn't dangerous, just special. i didn't mean to hurt that boy. it just happened. but now i am here and i don't like it. please help.
Hello fellow questers. This is chapter one of Alceris Quest. Currently, only two images have even been made, this originally was on deviantart, but, didn't get much attention. I've decided to move it here. Hopefully, you guys'll take it much more seriously, and not give up. This is a horror story, think rationally, and don't screw around, or we're gonna get killed. Anyway, this is just the first image which was already responded to on deviantart. ------------------------------------------ You wake up in a locker and don't have much room to move. There's a small opening in the door, and you can't remember how you got here, when you got here, where you are, or why you're here. All you know is that your name is Alceris Genvol and you need to GTFO. ------------------------------------------
You wake up on the hard, smooth marble floor of your room. It looks as though you rolled off your bed again last night. You blink painfully in the dim light cast by the gas lamp on your tiny desk before rolling back over to face the wall of red-painted sheet metal. You feel drained and exhausted, but if you had another of the nightmares you can't remember it. The light streaming in from your 'window' (a gap between sheetmetal and the stone of the arch it sits beneath) gets brighter by the minute. Eventually, you realise that even if you thought it was a good idea to go back to sleep, it isn't going to happen soon. Anyway, you can hear people moving about in the corridor outside. What is your first action?
whew! I think I managed to break that weird box. The lock is pretty easy to bust. DO NOT OPEN. Bah! Why was this orb thing locked away, anyway? Must have been someone's snack. It's a pretty color, though. What is this for, anyway?
Memory transferred, missing long-term and recent parts could not be recovered. Starting the experimental HiveMind binary. Running in read-only mode. You should be awake by now, try responding.
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This time for good!
You are URAGA, an ORGE. You are punching this WIZARD, but you don't know WHY.
The day started out fairly stressful. Your commute to classes was overly long and you're currently stuck in your college bookstore, waiting in line for your books. On the plus side they have the T.V. Tuned to CNN who is currently reporting on a series of strange lights that have been seen for the past few weeks over all major cities and a series of rolling blackouts, and satellite crashes. It is about this time your Black berry beeps. The message you receive is ominous. Four simple words that make your body shiver and suddenly want to fly to the shelves and grab whatever you can hold. YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES.
Stephen paced pensively in his bedroom, the embedded halogen lights reflecting off of his dark brown skin. It was eight hours ago that thirty-four year old male had stopped taking his medication and it had been more than twenty-four hours since he discovered the strange truth about the voices he heard he was a little boy. These voices had mostly been benevolent, telling him to study hard. To stay in school. To achieve greatness in spite of his dire surroundings. They had acted as the perfect company, until he spoke of them to the wrong person. Then came the confrontational visits to the shrink. The chemical injections. The pills. The isolation. The loneliness. Adulthood. He became a success, obtaining a job as a wireless supranet specialist. This was a neigh-on impossible achievement in and of itself for someone living in American Welfare Bloc Ci-O-16. After all, three-fourths of the population was deemed "unemployable", a fate which his biological father and his mothers shared. "I know who you folks are," he murmured, glancing back at the date and time screen saver on the holographic entertainment center. It read Thursday, April 12 2:13 AM. He continued, "I've been working on a device for the past few months. A neural transmission locator. "You were never inside my head. You were outside of my head, sending transmissions into it," he moved to sit down on his bed, stating in a exacerbated voice, "From beyond the dome." The dome was an impossible construct made from the toughest alloys around. It enclosed the whole of Ci-O-16. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
FINALLY.
It would be nice if you actually liked Command and Conquer Generals, but it doesn't really matter. If you want to read the background fluff (not really necessary though) go here : http://www.scribd.com/doc/37571405/Untitled You are 'the ustadz' Ya Gami, a psychopath, a murderous madman, a senior commander of the Global Liberation Army,but above all, a man who gets his job done. You've been sent here to Tajikistan on a mission of vengeance by the Higher Order. The GLA were driven out of this country by a joint USA and Chinese invasion, and your main mission is to generally cause chaos and give the Americans and Chinese a horrible time. Your patron and superior, Dr. Thrax, has given you another mission: During the invasion, the GLA lost a sample of Anthrax Gamma spores to the USA. He would be very happy if you could find it and get it back to him. Your current companions are Fenrir, a veteran rocket trooper, and Number 5, who claims to be an expert sniper. Other GLA forces are in the area, but they are under the command of the reclusive Khalid and will only act on his order. You are camping a few miles away from the city of Karadar, the place where American and Chinese forces first met during the invasion and the biggest city jointly occupied by the two imperialistic powers. Dawn is coming. What do you do?
Pick a character to start. They all have their merits and liabilities. Tommy is a dangerous melee combatant and gunfighter, and possesses enough influence to be important in the criminal underworld. The Professor is the go-to man for dealing with science and technology but is basically in disgrace academically and in debt heavily. Penny is a face type character and voice of reason, usually. Whichever character you pick will still be his or her own person. You'll be a voice to them, anchored to them and communicating telepathically. The game will use the GURPS system. You'll get to see the sheet of the character you pick here. You, the players, collectively have your own sheet as well. You get to see that now, in the discussion thread. This is an experiment. I'm using a lot of pre-made art from sidtube.com, and using the story telling game Sleep is Death to build scenes. I'm not a good artist, but hopefully you'll get the idea of what's going on.
[http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/141591.html First thread] [http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/143693.html Second thread] [http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/161029.html Third thread] [http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/179021.html Fourth thread] Sup guys? I'm waiting for the elevator to start now. Are you as excited as I am? The kind of money riding on this match... man, I can hardly wait! It's been so long, after all. I go over my equipment. First and foremost is my rifle, which has a three-shot clip, and works best as medium to long ranges. My second weapon is my rockets, shoulder-mounted seekers that need time to lock on. Multiple lockons can be deadly, though. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Hello, people of Modernia. I am your leader, President Begbavas Triston. I come before you today to address an important issue regarding the recent government enforced limiting of travel and communication to the southern Modernian states. As I am sure many of you have heard by now, the disputes over working conditions in the factories to the south has quickly evolved into violent protests and riots from the workers. It has come to our attention that many have been falsely led to believe that we have limited communications and travel to the south in order to hide our military’s supposedly “violent and unsavory” methods of dealing with the riots from the general public. As your leader, I would like to state that this is not the case. As a president dedicated to bringing a brighter future to our country, I guarantee that I would never resort to violence when a peaceful resolution exits as an alternative. I would like to stress the fact that these protests have grown unnecessarily violent, and our efforts to prevent travel to and from the south are to protect you, the Modernian people, from any harm that may befall you while we work to meet the worker’s demands. When I inherited my father’s title of President, I swore to lead this country to greatness. To turn this humble island nation… Into a modern utopia. And keeping you safe, my fellow Modernians, is the most important part of doing that."
[This quest is dedicated to every NPC. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.]
http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/221340.html Hay readers or soon to be reader me and my older brother where butting heads on how the quest should go so we broke up with some advice from a friend i'm on my own this time sooo enjoy GREG'S REVENGE (Tangent A) To read the rest of the story go to the top link. A return cutseen Greg finished changing in to his rather bad ass clothes, but as you can remember there still the matter of No GOD DAMN HAM IN THE FRIDGE.
"Ow...what the hell happened?" Last thing I remember is walking in the park, minding my own business...and now this. no object,s no sign of life, nothing. It's as if I'm... Am I dead?" Your eyes scan the entirity of the place for any sign of anything, only to be dissappointed in its nothingnes. Then, out of the nothingness, a voice. "You are dead. However, this is merely temporary. You are part of an experiment of my making, and as such we have needed to make...modifications. While we work, please answer the following questions, as they will aid us in determining how you proceed." Questions and listsfill your mind, overwheliming you. Might as well answer them. >which of the following colors is most suitable to you? Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
I have a report to make, Agents. Thread 1: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/61857.html Thread 2: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/graveyard/res/104816.html
...: "Auuugh my everything... What the? Where am I?"
Missing name, label Missing expression Missing characters Missing light, line
First Thread: http://quest.lv/kusaba/graveyard/res/172250.html
Hello fellow quest goers! As stated in my younger brother's quest, we had some rough goings. After much debating and upon hearing the advice of a friend, we decided to split off into two tangents. He gets Tangent 1 and I get Tangent A. The original quest in question can be found here: http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/221340.html My younger brother's tangent can be found here: http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/222727.html Without further ado, I present you with Ultimate Ham Sandwich Quest: Tangent A Let's Start off with a Cut Scene, shall we? Greg Daniels had just finished changing into his outfit, a fine arrangement involving a fedora, an open dress shirt revealing the "Yes" shirt underneath of it, a pair of always fashionable blue jeans and his official PUNCHFACE combat boots. In this clothing, he felt more confident in approaching people and if they deject Mr. Daniels, he could easily stomp their respective genitals into a fine powder.
Resurrecting the dead :3
"What the heck's this? Looks like a sphere. Was worn on this guy's neck, too. Maybe I can fetch a good price for it on the black market."
[Chapter Start]
Your name is Saigi. You're a guy who, up until now, has not had a lot of interesting days in his life. Today is not one of those days. There's a person leaning on the wall next to your window, staring at you with a smile. The weirdest part is, he looks exactly like you. (Please note; drawings were sketched then scanned. Also, next update will likely come tomorrow afternoon.)
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[spolier] Cutscene: A-gogo. [/spoiler] Meet Gregory Daniels. 21 years of age. High school graduate. Currently in between jobs and living at his ex-girlfriend's house, whom was currently at his step-brother's apartment, probably making a huge, sweaty mistake. Greg had spent the totality of his day chillin' in his underwear, watching a Juicy Kawaii Power Cookies marathon, head banging to the always brutal PUNCHFACE and playing the fuck out of this hot new game on his Super Exodus 364 Ultimate Pajama Master: Sleepover Edition. The game itself is pretty sweet, but no matter how hard he tries, he can never make it past second base. His stomach quietly rumbles. He had been living on saltines dipped in cheese, but this could no longer suffice. He had a good ol' fashion hankering for an all-American, grade A, that ultimate top tits of all the mother fucking snacks possible, a ham sandwich.
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility, But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect: Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a gallèd rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are in a cave. There is a glowing mushroom here. What does a slime do in this situation?
NOTE: This is an experiment. The art style will change considerably during the course of the game. It may even end abruptly with no explanation. You are inside your cubicle, working on audiosound graphs. There is a lot of noise outside. You can't concentrate with this much noise. You pop a few TRANQ10 tranquiliser pills from your Drug-penser, but they aren't enought to quell the noise and make you concentrate. You need more powerful drugs to do that, and your Drug-penser isn't allowed to give you unless it's given medical permission. There's really a lot of noise. And you can't work with all this noise! You must find your Cubicle-Manager, Troy Billdung, and complain. OBJECTIVES: 1)Find Troy Billdung 2)Finish your Audiosound graphs
Featherslimes are very rare slimes. They are fragile, and their only manner of self-defense is the energy they can channel inside their feather. Through proper practice, a featherslime's energy can become a frighteningly destructive force. When low on energy, though, a Featherslime is helpless and can die from just a simple kick. Featherslimes were not originally rare, but they have been hunted to near extinction by adventurers for their rare drops and high experience yields. Their lifespans can last hundreds of years, so it didn't take long for other races to learn what one power-hungry feather-mastered featherslime could do to the balance of the world. Like all slimes, they can carry items inside of their bodies, and their gelatinous innards contain a network of vital organs that enable them to slide across the ground at a moderate pace while leaving little to no trail of goo. The feather on top of a featherslime's head is the source of all its power. It's what makes it unique to other slimes.
I feel so tired. Maybe I can rest if I close my eyes. I remember sleeping then waking up here, and I am tired. I don't know what is going on. I hope this is nothing but a dream, so I can wake up at home with my family. My name is Asi and I am tired.
A girl or a boy?
What's this? A machine of the outsiders. A piece of metal. Hmm. Looks delicate. Strange. I sense something inside. Almost like... a mind. Can you hear me, Mind of the Machine? Or would you prefer the Machine of Mind?