BANG! You bolt upright from your uneasy slumber, unsure of where you are. The room is dimly lit, but you cannot see far with your poor vision. What do you do?
*flump* Unknown: .......
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw2XViaWb7M Yet Another Fable: Title Theme) Welcome to Another Legend, a terribly drawn(for now) Quest! I am your host, Shotgun Shogun. You may call me SS. You see, I am away from my computer, and therefore my mouse, so I can only do this with a Touch-To-Click touchpad. It's a piece of shit and I hate it, so this will be interesting, art-wise. I suppose I went on long enough, however. Choose a selection.
Wiki, complete with prior threads and mechanics: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Gun_for_Hire_Quest Disc: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/37315.html IRC: #Golemquest, #Undersewers GUNS FOR HIRE: THE FIRST SEASON Armas Laine-a name that's getting some recognition. Current Master of Amen. Leader, laissez-faire director and founder of the magical band of mercenaries known as the Laine Corporation. One-time owner and auctioneer of the Demonic Artifact, Mammon's Device. Pals around with the Turkish Ruling Dragon. Friend of the Wyld Goblins of Istanbul. Went Drinking with the Wizard Mad Drunk. Guardian of both a Valkonen and a War Walker. The spearhead behind removing a german criminal influence from the playing field, shouldering the mafia with a debt to him. But of the man himself, little is yet known. He simply appeared on the playing field, and promptly began tweaking noses like an antagonistic child. Making trollish waves, Armas Laine has settled into not just Istanbul-but into the worlds of magic, and power alike, enjoying the good times, perilous, surreal and oft-horrific as they can be. He was not, and has never been prone to dwelling on things when he could be getting excited about a new thing to investigate. Those of courteous inclinations would call him a child at heart with mostly good intentions-those not so kindly worded would call him a perpetually immature asshole. Both would be right. Currently, Armas is trying to see his company through clearing a rather large bloat of concurrent jobs and appointments, still trusting his hands-off approach to see his minions through their own duties. On this day†Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
>"And so, once again, a strange meteor shower appears above one of our little cities. And while official statements play it all down as a natural meteorological phenomenon, no explanation yet can explain the strange sightings, that occur more and more frequently wherever those "meteors" are supposed to show up next."
War: one way or another, it always has to end. Since the dawn of critter-kind, when the killing powers of rock and bone were first discovered, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
>Hello, everyone. Fairly new to the whole tgchan deal, so I apologize in advance if I make any kinds of mistakes. I came here because I felt like running a quest without causing any sort of uproar or negativity on /tg/. I am kind of ill experienced as far as quests go but I'll do my best. Comments, criticisms, questions, etc. all completely welcome. I simply want to get better at this while providing entertainment to you all at the same time. Cheers. It's another morning. Stale coffee lurks on your breath and the stench of cigarettes seeps into your clothes. Another day. Another day of trying to find the bastards that got your partner killed. You used to be on the force, yeah. In a better time. A time before the corruption went clean all the way up the brass. You left the force under less than amicable terms. Now you can't stand to look at those power-hungry boars you once called your allies, and your company these days is often a little less scrupulous. The years haven't been kind to you. All you've got left from your glory days is the leads you scrounged up and your old service pistol. It's a classic style revolver, no ID chip crammed into it, just the way you like it. That way if things go south, your biometrics won't lock you out of using it. You were never a fan of that ID system they put into place, seemed a little too Orwellian for your tastes. Not like you had a choice, though. Everything is on the grid these days. You can't even buy a fuckin' can of soda without an ID chip. It's gonna be a long day. What do you check out first?
Today is a big, yet dreaded day! My name is Ket'al, and I am to go into the Drylands to find food and wood for my people. I have a backpack, filled with things that my chief has given to me, and a spear made entirely of metal. It is heavy. There are many dangerous creatures in the Drylands. I should be prepared.
It's time to begin. You've got quite a journey ahead of you...I think you're ready to begin.
((This is my first time starting one of these quests. Just a quick heads up.)) There's a girl lying on the floor, barely awake. She doesn't know where she is or even who she is. The only thing she knows is that she has a throbbing headache pulsating through her skull. What's her first move of action?
Mother always said I had the most gorgeous green eyes she'd ever seen.
"Beggars can't be choosers"
It's a quest. I've wanted to run one for a while to help further flesh out a campaign setting I've been working on for a while. But before I can start, I'm going to toss out some options. While I'm sure some of the choices will have obvious outcomes, others (like country) won't. Note: Tijei is listed as #13, Sidh is listed as #11 Race (Description) - [Country, Country, Country, Etc] Catfolk (Gnoll/Human Hybrid, breeds true) - [Esther, Ghesti, Ohlster] Dwarf (Short, Stout) - [The Dwarven Kingdoms] Elf (Lithe, Intelligent, Sophisticated) - [Adina, Ghesti, Tijei] Gnoll (A combination of hyena and house cat) - [Anaut, Esther, Ohlster] Gnome (Dwarf/Human hybrid) - [Lebis, The Dwarven Kingdoms, Ghesti] Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
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You are a wrath gremlin. You hate everything. This is the long and short of your personality, as well as your goals. What is your name, and what are you going to do? This is just a short little thing I am doing to get back in the mojo for getting the fuck on with dinglerquest already.
> I guess my first question, Mr. Evans, is how exactly this whole ordeal began? The press has more than covered the latter parts of this grand exploit. Well, I suppose the time at which my exploit started is open to my own interpretation. In that case.. It all began at the end of one of my lesser adventures. Though lesser it may be I was in the same amount of danger that I found being thrown at myself every time I set foot outside of my neighborhood. For the umpteenth time in my life, I had found myself bound and gagged, trapped in a single room at the heart of enemy territory. My morale was not harmed! Quite the contrary, in fact! I was Jay Evans, rugged adventurer! If a little cloth and rope deterred me even in the slightest, I would have hung up my satchel long ago! Reminding myself of this, I sat determined in my makeshift cell, determined I was at the time, to... Uh... What... Exactly should I do...?
Ah, you have arrived.
It has been a long journey across the Borderlands of the Exiles. Civilization is far away and there is little supplies left to feed the five hogbolds and their giant catporcupine that pulls the cart. A scorching summer is approaching in the Fiery Savannah and it would be prudent to build shade casting structures to avoid becoming sunburnt. The southern summer sun will surely put its scorching heat way inside a small unprepared hogbold or so they fear. But wait, what is this tiny thing lying on the ground?
Yawn. I am BELYSSIA, known by most as GODDESS OF LOVE AND LUST AND FERTILITY AND ALSO HARVESTS FOR SOME REASON. But you can call me LYZ. A lady never reveals her age, but suffice to say I've lived quite a while presiding over MORTAL AFFAIRS and DIVINE AFFAIRS relating to my domain. Speaking of AFFAIRS, I'm the wife of URDAK, GOD OF FIRE AND LIGHTNING AND PROBABLY KING OF THE UNIVERSE OR SOMETHING. At least, he keeps telling people I am. I've never really gone for the idea, and after such a long time together, he doesn't really push the issue as long as I try not to do anything FUN right in front of him. Once upon a time, all these various AFFAIRS in various senses of the word entertained me. I'd go down to the MORTAL REALM and make couples fall in love over the boundaries of territories at war. I'd make scandalous affairs in courts too noble to acknowledge them and giggle about the ensuing chaos. I'd feign victimhood to the old "VERUS, GOD OF TRICKERY AND BROTHER OF URDAK pretended to be my husband!" trick. Don't go giving me that look. I'm a love goddess, he's a fire god. "The flame that burns twice as bright..." And I'd compete with my rival, DEVAI, GODDESS OF JUST FRIENDSHIP. Actually, that one's still kind of interesting, but it's starting to get a little awkward. One day, maybe I'll work up the courage to tell her how I really feel about her... All the rest of it, though, has gotten a little dull. I'm BORED. Right now, I'm sitting in the middle of my personal goddessy REALM, BELLYSSIUM. I can SUMMON various SERVANTS to which I have assigned some sort of PERSONALITY PERMANENCE, and some that I haven't, as well. I've built some MARVELS OF ARCHITECTURE BOTH GRANDIOSE AND INTIMATE. Somewhere out there in my IDEASPACE is also the PORTAL to the REALM HUB leading to the MORTAL REALM and th Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
He felt odd, suspended in the darkness. He thought hard. His mind was a blur - even more so than usual, and via less obvious and usually illegal means. He couldn't remember coming here, and yet here he was. He wasn't sure what to feel. He didn't know if he could feel at all. It occurred to him that both his arms and his legs were gone, and he found this peculiar. Before he could dwell on it, a voice started to speak. It wasn't a deep, booming voice as you might expect - not a meaningful voice, but not unpleasant. It was the kind of voice you might expect to hear from a well-to-do stranger on the street, asking for directions. It was an average voice - average and calm. He couldn't tell if it was a man or woman's voice, but this thought never actually crossed his mind as unusual. It did, in fact, seem to sound the way the voice should sound, and that was that. "Excuse me. Might I inquire as to your name? I just want to be sure I haven't made a mistake." said the voice. He paused. What was his name?
It seems that our protagonist is asleep. Wake him?
what a beautiful day for a vacation.
[Castawayquest is a colab between myself and Zach Leigh, and is heavily driven by suggestions. Enjoy!]
Chapter One
There is a whimper of a little girl, she squeezes her eyes shut in the complete darkness, not at all alone. What shall she do?
The thing has been pounding on the door for days now, never letting up for a moment. Thank god this apartment has sturdy doors. For once, Gabe is glad this area had so much crime. But even having normalized to the noise that usually surrounds his appartment, he still couldn't sleep well the past few nights. The TV was still playing the same generic message as of a couple hours ago. Things are still under control. Stay indoors, let no one in. Everything will be solved on the 12th, it promised. Yeah, well that was two days ago, and Gabe is starting to run out of food... and of his medication. He only has four doses left, and has decided to save them for when he needs a clear head. For now, he needs to worry about the food situation- while he still has strength to worry with. ((Hey guys, this is my first attempt at a quest, so lemme know how I could improve- other than adding pictures. As much as I would want that to happen, I'm no artist.))
You stand in a room in your house, wearing a fresh change of clothes, having just climbed out of that bed there from a recent nap. Feeling refreshed and reinvigorated, you prepare to begin another session of wandering around your home, finding things to entertain yourself with. You have done this for as long as you have lived here and have lived here as long as you can remember, and you still have not familiarized yourself with the layout. It defies memorization. You live by wandering from room to room until you stumble across whatever you need. It's served you well so far. Now that you are up and about, what will you do?
Previous thread: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/486939.html You wake up. You don't remember hitting the ground. It's dark here. You don't know how long you've been here. You hear voices. >You got the wings? >Yeah, put em in the caravan. >You remember to tie the bag this time? >Yes, of course I did. >Because if we have beasts following us back again, Lady Aradia will have our heads. >I KNOW that. Everything's good to go. >...Do we take the boy? >No need. The bounty stands for the wings, just leave 'im. The jungle will clean up for us. A shuffling noise through the foliage. A wheeled vehicle rolls away, fades into the distance. All is quiet. Or so it seems at first. You hear various insects calling to each other, birds populate the trees. You are not alone.
Nan takes advantage of the distraction to pull Pablo away and put herself between him and Anderson. Kim nods, and Anderson lowers his gun to his side. It's true, she says. Pablo isn't the Pilgrim. And Nan's not just seeing things. She's seen them too. She's looked into the darkness and seen what lurks there.
Glory to the people, my comrades! The foul dictatorship of tgchan has been vanquished! OVERTHROWN! No more insane favicon moderators, no more gun-pasting no-horse sheriff administrators! The boards belong to us now! We, the people! Rally, my friends, as we shall take this site in places never before visited! New vistas! Dizzying new heights! The proletariat of the common user shall prevail where the wicked indulgence of the moderation has not!
Well then, shall we? This is probably a terrible idea considering my hyper-packed schedule, but I guess we'll see!
Continued from http://pastebin.com/0AvKBmGU and now with less text-wall I'm Dasaki, a rather brightly colored nevrean that had the oddest start to his day. I seem to have woken up in a field with no memory of how I got there and none of my belongings aside from the VEST I (usually) wear. After walking to a nearby TOWN I found a stunning blue nevrean in the TAVERN that seemed to be trying to forget something by drinking it away with water. He didn't seem to be too keen on my attempts to flirt/bed him but he agreed to travel with me anyway. I'm currently sitting with my new companion in the TAVERN, in a TOWN that I'm not even sure the name of myself, trying to decide our next move. We could try to find a LUTE for me to play, try to gather some SUPPLIES in the TOWN, or we could just head off to ADVENTURE in the MOUNTAINS, towards the RIVER or into the DESERT. My party consists of myself, and this sexy blue nevrean that I still haven't learned the NAME of yet. Our inventory consists of: Dasaki: VEST (pocket space for 6 items) NEVREAN: CLOTHES (Pocket space for 2 items), BAG (Space for 10 items, worn on back, contains a DIARY, some INK, a QUILL)
I just woke up, and my tummy's got the rumblies. Time to go get me some cereal.
On a high plateau overlooking the savannah lives a god. She has left my people alone for generations. Now there have come droughts, and floods, and famine where once there was plenty, yet we have endured. But each of the past three new moons, it has rained fire from the sky. And so I shall kill her.
You are this young girl. You are going to smoke this SWEET JOINT in a second but there is something that you have to do first. WHAT IS YOUR NAME AND WHAT IS THE THING YOU HAVE TO DO?
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Wiki: http://tgchan.org/wiki/The_Icon Prelude: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/95660.html Chapter 1: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/95893.html Chapter 2: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/132287.html Chapter 3.5: http://www1.tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/272793.html Discussion 1 (Closed): http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/374.html Discussion 2: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/324607.html
Hum… What is this? I’m being freed from my prison… Or have the Guardians finally come to finish me off? No… no it’s just some humans… A man in a white cloak, wearing a demonic black and red mask, is standing right in front of you, arms spread out as if in embrace. In front of him on the floor, a man is tied up and blindfolded, unmoving. In the background, behind a circle of protection, several more people are cloaked in black, kneeling in meditation.On the floor are red runes, and dim candles. The whole room is very dark, and the figures cloaked in black melt into the background. “Oh great Prometheus, lord of fire, we free you from these bonds! Accept this sacrifice and destroy our enemies, and we will serve you as you please!†Prometheus! Ha, the luck! It seems they freed the wrong spirit, Prometheus isn’t imprisoned on earth. I wonder what made them think he was here. Still, they knew enough to free me, so they have some idea of what they’re doing. I could kill them all, but if they’re capable of releasing me like this, they may be capable of putting me back in or even enslaving me. Now, I definitely need to possess someone, even if I had the power from 5 souls, I wouldn’t be able to break the circle of protection without the help of something physical. And without something physical to latch onto or a soul to feed off of, I can’t even remain in this realm for more than a few minutes. There are three different ways I can go about doing this: I could rip his soul from his body, which is the easiest thing, but the body will decay into uselessness in a week or so: I could temporarily possess him, escape, and then leave his body when I find something else to hold on to, but he would be extremely difficult to control with devouring a soul first: Or ideally I could convince him to let me have his soul, by granting a wish (or something) and then holding onto his soul until the wish is succe Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Sire, we have an issue that requires your attention. The city population is growing at rapid pace and we're running out of room."
Right, lets go get a [Bitch'n Hat]!
Discussion Thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/54500.html Prologue: >>410618 Chapter 1: >>424174
[danganrompa parody im so sorry] Here I am...Today, I join this school..! Cedar Ridge High School of Excellence! Only the best of the best come here..It's somewhat of a joke that I made it in..I'm only Super High School Level Eater, and I dabble in furry blogging.. My name is Carol Kawaii! I had my own last name legally changed to match my personality. I just hope everyone here will accept me..
Hi, I'm Pisk. I've been constipated for the past three weeks. What should I do to pass the time between now and my next bowel movement? I'm on the toilet again. There is a sloppy November 2009 magazine to my left. Shampoo bottles line the bathtub rim a few feet away. A sink is to my right.
This is PMC Quest.
The West is an unforgiving land. If you're dumb and can't see past the land of dead rock and dry bushes, the heat of the beating sun that claims lives everyday, the general damned death of the place, you will most certainly die. The land is not dead, and the creatures of it are so fucking tough that no human could stop them. The rattlesnakes blend in the seemingly dead bushes-the skunks hide in rocky outcrops. You'd never see one until you stepped into it's territory and the beast drove you out. Bulls and horses are the largest creatures, each one as crazy as they are free. The brutes of our people catch both and many die in the time of doing so, just to breed domesticated offspring to serve our goodwill. It'd be a guilty thing, legs pressed up against a saddle atop a horse, spurs stuck in it's bleeding worn flanks to command it when to go and when to stop, and see a herd of wild horses fly across the horizon, strength in every step, confidence radiating off of the lead stallion. If you're lucky you'd see foals running behind, long awkward legs carrying it clumsily but happily behind the others, crying out in joy with the others. Innocence in nature. Birds roam the sky, waiting for rabbits to pop out so that they can swoop down and strangle it in the air, maybe even drop it from a great height for death by impact-at the risk of a coyote snatching the kill-or even circling over a dying animal, to feed from it's dead body that couldn't find any water. The land is alive and it beats with passion. Have you ever looked at the lakes that never drain underneath the sun? Have you seen it shimmer, clear and free from pollution, fish and frogs swimming in it for relief? The smell of the water, fresh and clean, is enough to make a man forget his troubles and go onto Heaven if such beauty can be promised there. This is a land that God made perfect. You only get scared if a p Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
>"You've had a few days now to recover. In a weeks time, we plan to move you into the field to breach rebels holds. We've got enough time to train you in at least one thing."
[first thread- >>484606] When I wake up, I am not in my bed. I'm very confused, and I manage a worried mumble before I remember what I did before I slept. Something tugs at the hem of my shirt.
You do not remember how you got here or anything at all. You might as well make up a name for yourself before you get started.
You feel yourself waking up. At first, it is slow, but then energy rushes through you.
I can't believe it. Here I am, busting my ass to save this city's people every day, and no one even knows my name! Alright, I know I have to protect my identity from the corrupt port authorities, but it would honestly be nice to get some recognition every now and then. Sometimes I think I'd be better off parading around in some stupid costume, so at least then people would know who to thank… But wait no that would just be silly.
A legendary tale begins today! Said tale will include a wide variety of cutting implements, clockwork mechanisms, and goofy shenanigans! you are a young man of 17 years, you hold an unfathomable thirst for [Adventure] and an affinity for [Kick-Ass Swords]. Recently, your quiet life of being an apprentice blacksmith has been interrupted by a viscous dragon by the name of BALLOSMEAR III. You won't take it any longer! you have decided to take matters into your own hands and slay BALLOSMERE yourself! Can't be that hard, Right? If you succeed, your name may just go down in legend, the only question is... What will that name be?
>Please wait until the intro is finished to begin suggesting Dark Times have come upon the world. Something is changing, and nobody knows quite what or quite why. Monsters have been creeping in from the outer wildlands, with strange and unknown monsters appearing all the time. And even now, when they would be most needed, the various Kingdoms have withdrawn their armies inward. Marshalling for a war that has not been declared, against a threat that nobody understands. They have been moving toward an ancient, untamed valley, skirmishing over land therein. With these movements, the outer edges of civilization have fallen into chaos. Bandit-Lords and Mercenary Warbands use force to carve out empires of their own, claiming what they can in the absence of a military presence from the civilized lands.
In the budding industry of electronic sports, Starcraft is king. Brood War took Korea by storm, propelling the game and the RTS genre into fame and legitimacy. It is very much the originator and was the vanguard for e-sports. However, Starcraft 2 is a very different game. In fact, it's anyone's game. Still in its infancy, the sequel to Brood War has the financial and competitive backing to be something special. And you, you want to be something special. Your dream is to be at the helm of one of the most successful Starcraft teams ever known. After years of watching and spectating and thinking, "I could do that," you've finally gotten your chance. But before dreams are fulfilled, dreams must be named. What is your name, and what's the name of the team you plan to lead to glory?
Its dark, also warm and snug, so comfortable and sleepy~ I have no idea what I'm doing so bear with me. Also thank N for the title.
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Humans. We have pushed ourselves beyond the limits of Earth long ago. We conquered the moon, the solar system, and then kept right on going. Without a doubt we failed many times. But we persevered. We pushed on. And we succeeded in building the one thing humanity needed to make the stars themselves available to us. The space fold engine. Faster than light travel. The stars, once so far away, became close. And humanity expanded. The stars became our new homes. The colonies, a new frontier. We thought ourselves unstoppable, and warred amongst ourselves as humanity always had. And then we came into contact with them. The Xenos. The things were better than us. Stronger than us. Smarter than us. It was all we could do to hold them off, especially with humanity so divided. No one nation could withstand the onslaught, and all, at first, seemed lost. Their arrival, however, became a galvanizing force, pushed humanity into true unity, and into war once again. Our men and women, once enemies, stood shoulder to shoulder, fighting to protect everything we had built. Weapons were constructed, great warships crafted, and we fought to keep the enemy at bay. We drove the enemy to a stand still, using everything we could bring to bear. We succeeded in granting ourselves peace, at the cost of so many. We used that peace to strengthen ourselves, build once again, and prepare. For we would not stand for this without reprisal. We would take back our homes. Destroy our enemies. Hunt them all down to exact the same pain they caused us. We have built an army, from the genetics of thousands. Crafted soldiers built for the many battles to come. Men and women ready to fight to the last. This is our choice. Our war. Our shout of defiance to anything and everything in the universe. Humanity will persevere. We always have, and we always will. >Select a Variant Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Shit. It's going to rain again.
I need to patch this. And Fast.
Time for something dumb Your name is Wingsnake. You are going to have an ADVENTURE! It has neem several years since the last of your kind was born, and as the prophecy foretold you would have to go on a mission! A mission to SAVE THE WORLD! Now if only you knew where to start...
There is a sharp pain in your head, you awaken in a damp cold cave unaware of how you got here. You feel a slight weight and notice you have a strange looking necklace around your neck; perhaps it belongs to someone.. What should you do?
>START GAME
She is the First, Beautiful, Radient, Beloved by all. He is the Second, Hardworking, Inventive, Engineer above all. She is the third, Elegant, Wise, Judger of all. She is the Fourth, Scholar, Writer, Teacher to all. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
You wake up, your head pounding, lying on the bumpy cavern floor. It's a bit dark, and you feel confused. What happened? You recall mining, and someone yelling, but everything after that is black.
Who is this guy?
Yuno, youngest sibling of the Kanenshin family. Poisoned, arms bound, and hung from the jasper trees as if a decorament. It is the second aging of the emperor Dokuga during the Jakikigen era of Dinmar. This is a time of much strife and rebellion towards the Dokugan reign. The citizenry raise arms against the tyrannical leadership of the evil magician Dokuga. But, this at the moment is of not import. You have a single martial weapon with which to free yourself from your restraints, but what martial weapon and where you held it you cannot remember.
ITE CHECK THE MIC ONE TWO ONE TWO YE WE RUNNIN THIS BITCH
((Alright, it's my first time attempting something like this. Hopefully, everyone enjoys! Now to get the show on the road....))
Oh jeez what is this now? Well, we may as well start with the basics. Species: Gender: Sexual/romantic Orientation: Appearance: Weight: Preferred Weapon: Maybe after we've sorted this out, we can figure out what the hell this is all about.
You wake up, groggy and tired. You have no memory of the past except for a bad headache.
((Hello! This is the creator of Jillquest. As I do plan on continuing it, I wanted to start this up as well. Now before this starts, I just wanted to put up a trigger warning because there will most likely be some triggering stuff. Anyway, here we start) Your currently walking among this meadow You feel happy.
O nameless clever spirits, voices of quest and contest, I call upon thee! I could use your help just now.
You lay in bed. It's morning, but you honestly could not care less. Dead end job, shitty apartment, and you can see a goddamn spider RIGHT THERE in the corner. The last time you skipped work, though, you got a beating strong enough that your ribs still hurt. Might as well get up, at least. Your NAME is JACK. However, everyone calls you RABBITEARS because of your favorite hat. You've had it for so long that it's probably replaced your scalp entirely. A quick look outside reveals that it's already past sunup, so you're late before you start. Great. At least now you have some time to get other things out of the way, no one's going to notice a few extra minutes if you're late. What do you do, Jack?
[character select] (Choose your sex toy! Anything goes, so long as I can reliably find images of it to shoop arms and legs onto during the course of this ridonk quest of ours. Let's get a move on, people!)
You are a Dunsparce. What will you do?
Previous thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/graveyard/res/367145.html The Baron Moria's Disease, also known as the Voice Baron's Curse, is a tragic story of those whose minds deteriorate to the brink of insanity before they inevitably die. The symptoms start out small with minor influence to preform amazing acts of renown and claiming they were guided by voices to the extremes of genocide caused by inner demons. It is not a subtle thing truth is said when those who contract it often look forward to the quickened death it finally offers.
I'm... I'm awake. I don't remember the last time I was awake. My mind's been racing for so many years, time running together into one long endless string. But I hear it now, I hear a dull scratching.
This is Jargon's room.
((Jill quest is back in action, though I do have some news bad news is that im only going to do 5 panels a day [sorry, but this will make it go on longer!] Good news is that all panels will be in color [except for the first one and most dark ones) So, let Jill quest begin!)
I usually believe that no one is born evil nor pure-that the enviroment and people you grew up with are who help you become what you are. Now I'm having some doubts.
She always watched him from afar, afraid to go to him and tell him her true feelings. She wished she had the courage to speak to him, to tell him how much she loved him. It took a long time but eventually she managed to work up the courage to talk to him. She Hmm... What did she do?
All right, that's quite enough time you've spent dilly-dallying. You should find yourself a new shape.
Chose Your Element! Earth: Sensation Fire: Intuition Water: Emotion Air: Thinking
((This is a sort of continuation of Red Sands with PuddOmega. As such, updates may be sporadic. )) The world of the unconscious host careens away, and you stand in the void between minds and worlds. The Etheral stretches behind you, a yawning, endless chasm to your eyes, and before you is an infinite array of tiny stars. Each star is a life, and the brightness is their might, relative to those around it. As is usual, your memories of the past are broken, watery, foggy, and faint, vanishing by the moment. All you remember was a young woman, her friend, and vast desert. But now is not the time for recollection, now is the time for action. Among these stars you know you can find someone with the sort of abilities and sorts you desire. Every life is yours to live, in time. Vicariously, you experience all things, but in truth, you forget it all almost as soon as you leave. Such is the life of Envy's second, Legion. Now let us go forth and decide what sort of person we wish to be. Do we want to be strong? How strong? Do we want to be smart? How smart? Do we want to be magical? How magical? Do we want to be psionic? How much? And other such things. Among these many stars... Which one will suit your desire?
"Dear my Ansei; my closest confident As you are reading this our era is coming to an end. Our vessel has been seized on its way to the capital. My husband and I are locked within the inner chambers of the ship as she begins lower into the surf. My page has recorded my final words for you and you alone. The heir within me was born prematurely on our travels, just as you had predicted. I should have listened. He is healthy, with no complications. While my husband and I cannot escape this chamber; there is a chance for my child to escape. If this letter has made it to you, I present to you my dying wish. Protect him and raise him as if he were your own. Great change is coming to our empire. No matter what happens, promise me this. Give him the life he deserves. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Once upon a time, there was nothing. Suddenly, there was a spotlight. Nothingness tore open into a screaming mass of somethings, and they all cried out in jubilation. The something in the spotlight raised its arm. It was a shabby something, but it was charismatic. That's why it was the one in the spotlight and not one of the innumerable other somethings stretching off into near-infinity. Some manner of eccentric, floppy hat, goggles, several scarves, and about twenty more coats than any one omnipotent superbeing should be wearing. In fact, no part of this particular something was visible except its clothes. "Welcome," The Something began. The lim(infinity)x throng cheered at the first word. The Something waited for them to reach an arbitrary level of quietude before continuing. "...to The Showdown." Near-infinite cheering erupted again, all rejoicing in the charisma required of The Something to say those four words into a microphone. After eons of this, the gathered masses finally got quiet enough to continue. "Seekers," The Something said, "bring me your champions!" THE SHOWDOWN Welcome to the showdown. It's a writing competitions disguised as a roleplaying battle. Basically, you submit a character. It can be any character, from any setting, from any time, with any sort of powers. There are a couple of minor restrictions, but I'll get to those later. Six of them that the host (in this case, me) finds interesting will get plucked out of their home universe and time and thrown into an arena with the others by the nigh-omnipotent host, The Something. Those characters will be told to fight each other to the death, and the host will disappear. The contest works on a multiversal model. The characters needn't come from the same universe or even universes that share the same physical laws. A character from a Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a
Nonhuman beings prevail in this world's darkness... Different names have been given to them throughout history but the name that will always stay is "Chains"... Chains are beings of the Abyss devouring unsuspecting humans and leaving the world distorted. In time, among the "Chains", the "Black Chains" who are the most feared among the Chains came to an decision and began to emerge to hunt down their own destructive kind. Each chose a human to be their warrior and power was bestowed upon them in the form of jewels to help guide them to the path they must walk...
the sound of paper rustling in the wind.
Good morning chauncy. What time is it? Who cares- you have two days. See if you can escape.
"Are you sure this is the right one?" >"..." "There's nothing more I can do. Nobody could have saved him." >"..." "You should have known... We won't make it much longer too..."
This is your school, in a country not unlike yours but different in several ways. Now, are you a male or female? What is your name?
A quaint young lady stands still. She seems to be memorized by something, much like a deer in front of a moving car. What is her name?!
Hello, I'm completely new to this thread and I do have a basic plot for this adventure. Also I really suck at drawing. adventure starts next post. So away we gooooo. Purgatory; 1. A state or place in which the souls of those who have died in a state of grace are believed to undergo a limited amount of suffering to expiate their venial sins and become purified of the remaining effects of mortal sin. 2. A place or condition of suffering or torment, esp one that is temporary.
Yoink.
Once upon a time... Once upon a time, there was a man named the Wandering Rose, for that was what he was. He came from one very different place, in search of others. His word was silence, and he spoke it often. He found a place - a simple place - and took the time to explore. What place did the Wandering Rose find?
Hello constants, today is yet another day for the kingsmen. These days the royalty has been occupying it's time with defending their baronies, castles and ownerships from the invading crusades that dominate the land. The royal messengers have gone throughout the lands in order to garner reputation for their kings and to attempt enlistment into their militia. Those who are veterans of first engagement have already muddied their boots. For those who wish to start as a fresh soldier under the kings banner, the rules are here: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/57930.html This first calling is to see who we have in the barracks, whether they are new recruits or those just returning from their brief hiatus amongst the peace. >Kingsmen, File In!
A rap on the door broke the relative silence of the coach as it rolled down the road. Felix looked out the window, and could see the huge manor house that stood at the end of the path. “About time. Are you ready, boy?†asked his father, the Baron of Northgate. As always, his face didn’t give anything away at all. “Of course.†Felix was still a bit perplexed as to why his father had asked him to come all the way out here, into the neighboring Elven kingdom of Estronel. He knew that the Baron wouldn’t be coming out here without good reason, but he also couldn't imagine what use he’d be. Felix was 18 years old after all, and two years away from being able to officially join the Northgate military. Maybe he was supposed to observe his father and learn from his example, considering that one day he might have to speak diplomatically with the neighboring kingdoms on Northgate’s behalf.
You’re a bandit. You’re not a very good bandit, but that’s okay. You’re the Best Bandit. There is no one who even comes close to your unique quality. Previous Adventure: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/474847.html
FUDGEQUEST LEVEL 2 Level 1: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/388264.html
<Well now how interesting to meet you again here of all places. Hm? Well now it appears that you don't remember me... or yourself for that matter. Tell me again dear boy, your name?>
It's raining.
:::Encrypted code:::
wiki: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Hunter Skipping ahead in the setting a bit. The wog family has successfully ejected an evil spirit from their son. Plipper and Deave head over to Urtz space station to retrieve their equipment where they have just been engaged in questioning by the GPD.
Your name, gender, and everything about you are coming up a blank. You woke up with nothing but the clothes on your back, and the meager inventory of items found in your pockets. You appear to be in a white room, no walls or exit are immediately noticeable. What do you do?
another attempt at my continual study of how freaky I can make a quest.
Hey hey! Why is it so dark?
You wake up in a daze. It appears that you're trapped in a box, but how did you get here? You can't remember a thing. First off, are you a boy or a girl?
An experiment, to see about adding more to my repertoire of things to use in quests... we'll see how it goes. ----------------------------- Like all my kind, I waken to morning in the heavens-forsaken hellhole that is the Aldurai Swamplands. I find myself, as always, knee deep in sludge, and my rumbling stomach reminds me that I need to find food, soon. Still, I'm not quite done with my task here. No. There is still a life to find, and a power to be awoken. I just need one last thing... just one last, precious ingredient. I need someone's soul. I spend the morning packing up my meager possessions and reviewing my set course. If rumors are correct, then somewhere in the damned swamp, there's a Demon Bride, more commonly known as witches. Reportedly a weak one, which is good, because I'm not too strong myself, as of yet, but... well, we'll hope for the best. Either way, all other preparations are set. Her death is my goal, and we'll see about the rest of it... Of course, I could just be talking to no one at all, but... well... I'm hoping that seemingly useless spell my brother decided to hand over wasn't completely worthless after all. Otherwise I wasted quite a bit of time for nothing. >>>Speak
You, Quad von Profit, are a Squarefolk Merchant. Your mother ran off with a Squarefolk Bard and was eaten by Bobcats. Thanks to that Filthy Stinking Whore, you were left with your father and a Burning Hatred for the Female Sex. When your father passed away you were left with his Shop and Lots of Gambling Debt. The Shop was looted to repay your father's Lots of Gambling Debt, leaving you with only your trusty Loincloth. Naturally, this was all the fault of that Filthy Stinking Whore. The last thing you remember is stabbing a Rampaging Filthy Crossdressing Wannabe Whore who dared to exist outside of your Shop through his Empty Heartplace Where Hearts Go. But before you continue with your story, there are these System Messages to deal with, marked with Exclamation Thingies.
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New Game <-- Load Game Options Exit >New Game_
"..told me about them before. I wonder why he's talking to the elder?"
UNIT ACTIVATE I AM A ROBOT, BUILT TO SERVE ENTER A COMMAND
At the cemetery the clouds above are turning a purplish orange I have seen them do that before but it is much creepier when I am in a grave yard. The wind is rustling the leaves and mist is rising up from the ground. Mom is moving closer and so is Bokki. I can smell something...smells good and bad at the same time like food that has just started to go bad. Bokki whines and chants something, my clothes are replaced by a out fit in white and navy blue, with tiny green stars, arranged like the milky way. Mom asks "Do you hear that?"
You are a stupid animal. But you are pretty smart for a stupid animal. Probably about as smart as a bee. You are good at Climbing, Swimming, and Falling long distances without harming yourself. You can eat magic. It is in your nature to be rambunctious. It pleases you to gnaw.
Captain Jay Taelor has a serious problem. He has good reason to suspect there is a leak in his crew. For the last two weeks terrible luck has befallen him, his enemies have been ahead of him at every turn, and he has just barely been able to scrape out of his missions alive with severely docked pay. To top it off, one of the dock workers reported that he saw a crew member sneaking back onto the ship just a few hours ago. But that isn't the worst part. The worst part is that Taelor has absolutely no leads, and no idea who the traitor could possibly be, save that all evidence seems to point towards there being one. It's times like this a man wishes he had outside guidance. But Taelor has no such luxury. Instead, he turns inward, and tries to detach himself, and asks... What should Taelor do?
You are a "hitman". You'll kill anyone for the right price. In fact, you're getting ready to go and kill someone right now. Who's the unlucky fucker?
You are this young gentleman here. What is your name, and what are you going to do?
on the first day of coldmas, recycled character concept i give to you It is the holiday of coldmas, not a very exotic name but the krobin are not known for their fantastic and original naming concepts. The holiday starts when the temperature drops to a point that it freezes water. For krobins, who are tree people, this is a dangerous time of year because potable water becomes difficult to gather. Krobin, being of plantlike nature, don't follow the normal concepts of fire and heating the same way as humans. Every krobin must take it upon themselves during this time to find the warmest place to be where the water is still a liquid and soil is plentiful. Because of this the krobin people start becoming desperate, either fighting each other for warm spots in their local area or huddling together in a commune where they go dormant til coldmas is over. This is you, your quest is to survive coldmas. What is your name?
This is Wilhelm. Wilhelm is in training. Training for what you ask? Wilhelm is going into a very important line of work. He's going to be a nanny. Not just any nanny. In fact, he's being trained by THE nanny. And he's almost graduated! He's got his umbrella for flying, and he's got his magical carpet-bag of holding, as well as a piece of chalk for drawing portals! But today is special. Wilhelm gets a call from his mentor. It looks like he's got to pass one more test before he can care for the children of the world... Heads up, guys. This is a text quest (and would you really want ME to draw this whole thing? Come on, you see dat pic). But I'll give you stuff to look at, you'll see.
Planet Terris Year: 2XX7 XD
Thread 1 (Chapters 1-2): http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/290529.html Thread 2(Chapters 2-4): http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/314238.html Thread 3 (Chapter 5): http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/336833.html Thread 4 (Chapter 6): http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/365456.html Discussion thread: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questdis/res/347404.html
You Are The Chaser Posses your victim and KILL as much people as possible in a short time. The clock starts ticking on your first kill. Take out targets to earn extra points. And most of all have fun!!
This quest is the direct parallel of Hunter quest starting at >>466653 . The actions taken in this quest will determine what mental condition deave will be when released from the possession. There is a chance he will come out stronger willed but there is also a chance that he may become ferile or homicidal. This quest is meant to disturb you so take everything with an open mind. [Mark] Ah yes, you must be deave the new guy. Welcome to the factory! Now you applied as a cross trained specialist, what the job description of that entails for you to go through each section of the factory learning everything you can. We will start you slow where you learn one section at a time. Now if you follow me we will head on over to the assembly room where we'll start you off.
The tail of the bandit prince, ruler of Ayam.
Your mind flickers into consciousness. At first glance, you appear to be completely surrounded by darkness. However, you quickly take notice of a series of visible lights, signifying that you have the sensibility of SIGHT. The aforementioned lights that are in your current range of view appear to be glowing, green TEXT, as well as a pair of buttons, one red and one green, down and to the right of the TEXT. Even further down from the green TEXT and to the left appears to be a glowing red circle. After you have completed examining the set of colored lights, you then focus your attention to the bright, white light, and -- after paying a bit of heed to your accidental rhyme -- uncover your ability to perceive depth. What appears to be light seeping through a poorly-sealed HATCH of some sort is much further away from you than the series of colored lights, which all appear to be immediately to your left. What is your first course of action?
Cutscene- wait until 'end cutscene' for input. [2] Alright, as i said it will be the night when you will learn many things. Are you both ready to go see the cradle? [Deave] hm? I thought i'd wake up or something when i got done with my errand. [2] it would be more effective if we went now.
You are Obama. You have just been re-elected and are now performing a victory dance. [animated] Do we continue dancing or attend to business?
Aaaahh, what am I doing
Wiki: http://www1.tgchan.org/wiki/Earth_Defense_Force Discussion Thread: http://www1.tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/331895.html >Please do not post more than one suggestion per update! It makes it easier to parse the suggestions. If you have more to say about what's going on, please use the discussion thread! It makes it easier for me to update.
You are an elf lad and you have just seen the your slaver hanged for about the sixth time. You'd expect someone to catch on that he sorta unkillable with his fancy black magic. He's probably laughing back at the castle right now. Before you can go back the castle, you need to get something for one of his spells. That one spell that uses Orc blood to insure he comes back next time he's killed. You must have the blood by sundown so you're pretty good on time, roughly 7 hours to waste. What should you do with your short span of freedom?
A new quest begins. Please pick race and gender. Races available: Conasi (Canines): Come from the grasslands to the west. Are renowned hunters, due to their speed and strength, but hate and fear magic. Nor are they very good with it. Enos (Lizards): Hail from the deserts to the east. Are known for their strength and magical ability, but lack any speed to speak of. Anhata (Birds): Live self-sufficiently in the mountains, rarely interacting with other races. They’re renowned for their magical ability, but are no match for the Rohic. However, they make up for this with their relative agility. They possess little in the way of strength. Rakit (Rats): They live anywhere other races do, picking off of their scraps, and stealing when they can. They’re extremely agile, but possess almost no physical strength or magical ability. Waturo (Bears): Living in the forests of the south, they possess massive physical strength, but have a weakness to magic, and are rather slow. Rohic (Foxes): Also hailing from the forests in the south, they’re masters of magic, but do not possess much physical strength, and are more clumsy than their non-uplifted counterparts.
…………… …Hey. Is there somebody here? "I don't know. What do you think?"
http://quest.lv/wiki/Beyond http://quest.lv/kusaba/questdis/res/348765.html Turn 3. >"Truth .. that's all I care about." "You think you have the cold pragmatism of your siblings, but you don't. It's held you back all your life, but they're going to succumb to what you overcome." >"This is an utterly pointless conversation. Was there anything else ?" "Ayu feels E's fumbling in the dark without the information you failed to deliver. It sure beats -actually- fumbling in the dark." >"What ?"
My name is Lonnie, and my first day at Eastwood Academy for Young Boys is not really going too great. It's been going, I guess. A bunch of kids made fun of the scarf I made out of leftover fabric and I accidentally burned my notes in science class. I feel a little bias too. Eastwood is for tiny teenagers. Boys with weak bodies. Most of the kids here were bedridden for more than a year. I'm just here because I'm short. I'm sure they're looking down on me. If I'm going to make the best of school life, I should probably join some sort of group. Like a club. That sounds good enough for me. The school's pamphlet says the clubs are... -Art club -Drama club -Science club -Cooking club -Music club -Swim team -Archery -School News Board -Student Council I am feeling a lot of anxiety.