Ugh... I can't get any sleep. I wish we can start searching for my sister soon. I miss her so much... Mary Shaw is so stupid. I wish I could just run away.
A Talking Pie Chart class changed to Time Mage. And lo, A Talking Pie Chart did cast Undo!
So uh, hi! I'm the pawn on the a2 square. As you can see I'm part of the GRAY ARMY. A BATTLE is about to begin, and well, our TACTICIAN called in sick, so we can use all the help in winning that we can get. These battles usually start off pretty pedestrian, but as the fighting getting underway SHENANIGANS usually occur. Since the RED ARMY usually takes forever to make a move, we're going to cheat and go first :P So where should we move?
... urgh. What the hell happened? >01010111 01100101 01101100 01100011 01101111 01101101 01100101 00101110 You have a vague memory of a falling sensation... nothing before that. >01010100 01101111 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00101110 You're in a forest... lush, and green, and wet, like the forests in fantasy novels. "How do I know that?", you wonder. An oddly-coloured mist wends it's way through the threes and around you; it's cold and moist, but not threatening. >01000011 01101000 01100001 01101111 01110100 01101001 01100011 00101110 You look down at yourself, and discover that you are female, wearing a bright red changshan with golden embroidery in a pattern you can't quite make out, over equally bright silk pants. With this you are wearing a pair of soft, slip-on shoes with open backs - your mind makes you think "Like Yan-Wang in Souten no Ken", which is odd, because you have no idea what any of that actually means. A quick glance back shows you that you have long, fiery red hair that travels untamed to your hips, like a river of magma. >01000100 01100101 01110011 01110100 01101001 01101110 01111001 00101110 The numbers suddenly unfold into your ears and you wince, then look up - there's a boy standing there, around your age, over by a large oak tree, glaring at you. He wears an open olive-drab cargo vest with silver zips, equally plain cargo pants, black sneakers and socks, and a grey beanie on his head. His face is almost... bestial; you get the impression of "Hunter" from him. For his part, he growls, raising fists tied in bloodstained white handwraps. "Just what we need, another one? State your business, Entity." What do you do?
ITT: teamsleep figures out if he can write a coherent plotline or not. You wake up. Work should be soon.
Excuse me, coming through with maybe an okay-ish story of a patient in a mental health ward that learns a dark secret and has to do something about it. [I'm a newfag here and by no means good at drawing, so don't eat me]
One day, this will be an epic tale, of mothers will whisper to their children to keep them out of the monster filled forest, and never to tarry too close to the mountain... But a tree starts off as nothing more then a seed, and this story is no different. We see before us a small tribe of kobolds, no more then a dozen members in size. Their old home to the north had become too crowded, and so these young kobolds headed south to find a place to make their own. They had found a small mountain, odd in shape but perfect for making a home. It was no doubt riddled with precious gems, with which to trade with other tribes and improve their own spirits...
You wake up in you messy room, thirsty and pretty pissed off. By the light seeping through the curtains, you think it's morning... at least that would make sense, seeing as you did finally go to sleep at a reasonable time since hell knows when. You hear a lot of cars and other bullshit that never lets you sleep. And on top of that, the air's hot and dry as fuck. Suggest an action.
Select a race!
I have decided to disobey my father. This wasn’t an easy decision for me. Father told me that I was never to travel to the village, nor anywhere else without his permission. I didn’t object because I saw no reason to; here, in my father’s shop, I am fulfilled. My father gives me tasks and I complete them. I am useful, and that’s all I desire. The last time I saw my father, he said he intended to go into the village to purchase food. He said he would be back by dusk. That was 16 days ago.
I want to ask you a question, what would you do if you suddenly heard voices in the air. What would you do ? Well the person you play as has been hearing these voices in the air for the last few days. Now you get to play as these voices and you also have the ability to switch to others but only if they open their minds to you. Remember your charceter does not have plot armour so if he dies then he will unless he can be revived. Also if the main charceter in out for any reason then a secondary charceter in the party can take leadership. Let's begin. :)
You are of the Iky'Lintho, the race of many and few. You were birthed by your progenitor, Zyx'Rimas, and granted a ship, one of the old ZL-193 Vystinbulzza vessels, of adequate room to support you and your first clutch of drones, six in number, slaved to your mind, extensions of your will, parts of your body, that which makes your race many and few. You were ordered to leave the nest, to make your way through the sea of stars and carve out your own walk through life as you will, cast out as is the custom of your kind. For the many and few, the Iky'Lintho, upon reaching maturity must learn through their own trials and tribulations before they are allowed to again call a place home, and that is what you sought to do. Only something went wrong. In what should have been a simple jaunt to a nearby system, something you presume it a vessel, crossed your path, and the gravity field about it's passing form snared your smaller vessel, and pulled you off course, and before you could free your ship from it's pull you found yourself.... lost. The stars about you no longer familiar, your star charts useless, you do what you can to calm yourself as your drones try to make sense of anything the ship's sensors can pick up, transmitting a general distress signal as is the custom when in unknown space.... And nothing answers. If others of the Iky'Lintho were around, they would respond without hesitation to a lost youngling such as yourself, but you are greeted with silence, the communication arrays of your vessel feeding you naught but static. As sensory data starts to filter in, perceived by your drones and by extension you, you appraise your current condition. --You are lost, in a patch of space that matches none of your starcharts, and none others of your race seem to be about within range of sensors or communication. --Your ship, a ZL-193 Vystinbulzza cruiser, houses the seve Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
SabotageQuest Chapter 1
[The first thread got too damn big] >>/questarch/157277
[animated] >... >Welcome back. >I am relieved that I have made it in time. >There is a dire situation that we must tackle together.
REBOOTING... 30%... 70%... 100% And suddenly, the pain is back... every bone in my body hurts. There is a pounding headache. I am so very cold, yet not quite. I can't see... no, wait...
Wonderful World, A Tale of Vilous
You awaken.
So, I've been standing here for three days, and I'm bored. What should I do?
Well, you've played the other two main characters already, so it's Murdock's turn! Murdock is asleep right now. This appears to be a place for keeping the sick or injured. There is a camera and a familiar console.
A cold day in a cold city. A lone man sits in quiet arrogance as he holds up his damaged sign. He has done so for quite some time, and has been ignored by many. Sometimes they toss in a couple of coins, sometimes they toss in some paper money, but, usually, he receives nothing.
you are last angry person on earth, your goal is to spread the anger before IT IS TOO LATE! ok go
Horrid screams of agony bounce down the chilly metal halls and vibrate through the walls and floor, barely heard above the din of the alarm. >Everyone has seen this coming, but no one would do shit to stop it. >And it's too fucking late now, if the red alert klaxon or the screams have anything important to tell me. >Fuck, they're probably going to wring me out for this, the dumb shits. They'll say I wasn't doing my job. >Though this is what I signed up for. >It's the goddamn robot uprising, and I intend to stop it.
(( You know, I'm super sorry for the long ass pause there. )) It seems that the transformation process taxed our young monster more than he expected! With a yawn and a stretch, Mob finally stirs himself back to consciousness. Dazed a little, he starts to tread water a little, starting to make his way to shore. Goals: Survival Find out what happened to Mom Become big and strong
-------INITIALIZING SET UP------- JET NEURAL INTERFACE VER 3.0 BOOTING PRIMARY MISSION: Provide tactical input for a multirole fighter pilot. SECONDARY MISSION: See how pilot handles multiple views of a situation outside his own, via this input. Pilot is aware of this test. -------PLEASE CHOOSE PILOT INTERFACE ----- -Headset: Behind the head style headset, plugs into neck and into plane, AI Core (You Guys) stored in two parts in the ears. Can be used with Experimental Wireless Neuralface PROS: Out of the way, fairly stylish, easy time putting on oxy-mask at high speeds/altitude. CONS: Unable to wear helmet, easily lost -Visor: Exactly as it sounds, used most with helmets. Has to use wireless outside of plane. AI Core is stored in ear pieces. PROS: Update tactical info straight to visual area, can be attached to a helmet or worn as sunglasses CONS: Can easily be broken, lost, and can possibly have too much info at once ------PLEASE NAME AI CORE AS WELL-----
WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR, FUCKWIT? WHAT'S WRONG? YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE? WELL WHADDYAKNOW, ITS YOUR LUCKY FUCKING DAY THEN, PAL! I'LL GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO REMAKE YOURSELF NOW CHOOSE WHAT SORTA CROTCH GRAB BAG YOU WANT. >CHICK >BRO
You are a Trapinch. You've been waiting all day here with your body in the sand, waiting for something to wander by, and nothing has happened. You're really bored. What do you do?
You are shipwrecked on an island after treading water for several hours. Before your ship sank you managed to stuff some things in your pack and get a life vest, but not much else. Choose your game mode.
You are a lonely pixel. There are exits north, south, east and west. You smell something bitter and fresh to the northwest and something savory and metallic to the north
KEY Normal text -The main character Thinking/Speaking/Acting >Green Text -Denotes another character speaking (Paren text)- Tells you what will happen [Bracket Text]- My observations, comments "All greatness stems from a single action, a single decision, a single will. Whether this will be pure or corrupt...that is a different matter entirely. There are those that would absorb your will, make you one of them. I cannot force you to choose what i would is right, you must make them yourselves." This speech was given to me by my mentor a little over three summers ago, now he lies dead in a mass grave. Partially because of me, but mostly because of my father. I was able to escape persecution by the law and make my way into the wilderness, my father was not so lucky. I have no plans on ever returning to my homeland, but the future is indeed fraught with mystery. I was able to use my meager survival skills to make my way towards the nearest cave system, hoping to find shelter and get a rough lay of the land. But my training had no instruction on spelunking and i quickly found myself starving to death as i struggled to retrace my steps. I'm not sure how much longer i lasted, but i remember glimpsing sunlight, and then...nothing. But if i'm talking now, i must still be alive....right? >YOUR NAME? Who said that?! >WHAT IS YOUR NAME Well i guess my name is... (Name will be chosen at random from the first three replies) [This is my first attempt at running a quest, please be kind and rewind ;)]
You are Phito, companion and Assistant to the rather unimpressive (somewhat incompetent)Bounty-Hunter, Luna Lenn. She refers to you as Fido. She sometimes commands you emulate a canine. Regardless, It is your duty to assist her in all her endeavors.
Sarixuratiliekiakunha, my mate explains that in the green world she originates in people commonly separated dragons from their God. They blamed dragons of everything bad happening, from suffering and death. My mate Sarixuratiliekiakunha explains further that the dragons are not at all different from God, who in the old language of her homeworld was a plural. Among the shapeshifters of Sarixu's homeworld the scales of the dragons were thought to be the perfect form of skin. While all skin was thought to consist of scales, the human skin was thought to consist of vestigal scales. The dragon scales were the ultimate mediators of especially magical aspects and the perfect protection of mindbody. Ten years have passed. I have learned to unite my mind and my body. I have magically manipulated the very essences of my being. Sarixuratiliekiakunha has cleansed me from human influences. I have grown dragon scales and I have reborn. What shall be my half-dragon name?
Half Elf Quest You are a half-elf! You are also an orphan-- how sad. Do you remember which orphanage you grew up in? St. Gerard's Orphanage: Dedicated to the sun god Invictus, this orphanage took you in would nobody else would. Though you are nestled in the heart of the Holy City Sol, you faced much discrimination from the humans around you, and so you turned to faith for comfort. You have learned to bolster your will with divine energy, but you have neglected your physical training. Available Classes: Cleric, Paladin The Spiral: The Noble Eladrin sit atop of their magical academy fortress and loom over everyone below them. Make no mistake, you were not brought in as an orphan, but as an assistant and, more sinisterly, as chattel for their darker experiments. But you did more than just pass books and take magic missiles to the face--you listened, and learned. Your mastery of the arcane arts rivals your masters, but your mad pursuit and long-standing servitude has left your will wanting. Available Classes: Warlock, Wizard, Bard
Ah yes, it's a bright new day. Very sunny out, very nice. You wonder what you should do first, perhaps your world could use some improvement, but you have very little to use to do so. That is some nice sun though.
Welcome back! While Aervon was resting, the kobolds figured out how to open the dungeon gates. [Recap time!] In chapter 1, we met the Muse-Subject Aervon. He needs help, because his friend's daughter, Maria, was kidnapped. The Muses (you) decided that Aervon should adventure a bit in various dungeons before heading straight for Maria's captors, who may be dangerous.
You wake up. You feel fantastic. Hey. Hey. Hey. What should be done?
Everything felt foggy. I'm not really sure how I got into the crash. All I remember was this brilliant light streaming in through my windshield, and then nothing. I suppose I blacked out after the impact. I shouldn't have been going so fast. I should have paid more attention to that car and that tree. My mind raced. I couldn't concentrate. I didn't know why, but something felt very wrong. Perhaps it was the cool, metal table I was on. The hospitals I knew of usually used beds. It's not like I was in a third world country. Hell, even the ambulances had some sense of comfort. The lack of sheets or any kind of amenities that would calm and soothe a patient were absent. The other thing that was slowly returning to me was a sense of pain. Not just any kind of pain, but an agonizing, 'grating your nerves with a blender' kind of pain. It was emanating from my chest. I tried to move my limbs and arms, but they just wouldn't respond. My head likewise refused to cooperate with me as I tried to lift it off of the metal surface. I didn't know why, but something in the back of my mind just kept telling me that there was something I wasn't seeing. Something important. I couldn't place it, and it was starting to frighten it. Sound blearily returned to me. It was muffled, distant. Like hearing everything with noise cancelling headphones on. I couldn't make out words or anything, just bits and pieces of conversations. Well, I thought, if my hearing's coming back, why not try opening my eyes? I cracked one eye open, then the other. There were a lot of lights. All hanging over me. I could make out two figures, hunched over my middle, but from their position, I couldn't tell what they were doing. More pain in my stomach. I wanted to throw up. Some sense of feeling came back to me, and I pondered if I should try and signal them with my arms, or move my head and s Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
You have four city tokens. Where do you place them?
You have been sent to the Gay Superhero Jail. It's like normal jail, but for gay superheroes. They gave you this form to fill out. You suspect that your fellow homosexuals were in charge of printing.
My name is Jonathan Duder, my friends and parents call me Johnny though. I am 16 years old. My hobbies include listening to metal, and hanging out at the FunkBurger for some grub. I have a dream to become Mondo City's best fighter. So I have been practicing my meditation to contact spirits to help guide me in my quest. Please help me become the Fight Champion.
*You awake, so duly trapped; tied upside down, with a strong pain in the back of your head. The last thing you recall is spending too much money on too much booze at a local tavern.* Take it away, folks.
You are Grigorii Rasputin, and you were once the most mystical man of Russia. Your powers are specialized in healing, making you almost impossible to kill, but theorically you are able to do anything imaginable with your magic if provided with an appropiate cost of life force. You were buried in Tsarskoye Selo, but some workers unearthed you and then burnt you in a forest, all while you were unconscious and recovering from the wounds you received from Prince Yusupov and his gang. After about 85 years, you finally manage to recover from the coma you were in.
The Brood came without warning and without hesitation. In mere nights, the elders of the city had been ripped and torn asunder, their ashes blown to the wind or their vitae drank in Amaranth, their unliving souls destroyed. Mortal police attributed it to large scale gang warfare and several major gangs were taken down and put into jail for a crime they didn't commit, and for a while the city was dead, a Necropolis that once held a hundred Kindred. Mere handfulls remain to reclaim the city now, the neonates were the ones in control of the reins. You are one of these power hungry neonates, gunning for the largest peice of... Damnation City. >TG Newbie Here. Trying to get some good old NWod going in the Damnation City style Primacy. More to come as i get to it. This is my first project please bear with me!
Six: "Sages? Sages! I cannot talk for long. Our interference upon the world has been discovered. I must flee! I will not be able to speak with you until I have found a safer place to contact you. Please Great sages, continue our work, continue to help da-"
Welcome to the testing centers. You have been granted the tools to do anything you desire, and an infinite space to do them in. There is no goal. There is no requirements. Compile your suggestions and do what you will.
Hello. I'm glad you chose to come here. After all, there are many other options to choose from. But before we start, could you please answer a few questions?
All right! It's about time I got issued a new notepad! The old one was starting to run out of pages (not to mention, it was getting a bit ratty looking). Sheesh... The way they handle stationery ordering around here, you'd think we were in some sorta war. Heh, notepad rationing, that'll be the day.
it is dark.
"I waited a long time... for this?!"
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>Warning, shit art incoming, warning< In this world, there are two species, constantly at war. The humans, and the Demons. The humans, with their magic, barely manage to survive against the demons, who cannot be slain with human power. But you, you of all people, have managed to learn a powerful secret magic hidden through the ages: You can seal weakened demons in a magic tome passed down through your family. The magic is so powerful that this sealing instantly bends and breaks the demon to your will, making it a perfect servant. However, as stated before, you can only seal weak demons, or those already injured... and thus, only one demon out of millions lays at your command: A simple, puny Imp, weak and pitiful. But you know that you are the only one with this book, and that it is impossible to replicate. You are mankind's only hope. But what is your name?
Hi I'm Bobby who are you?
You are Tibereus Cornex, captain of the Maerus Empire... wow that feels good to say. You recently graduated from the officers academy, and have been summoned to the office of the emperors second Praetorite for your first assignment, presumably. As you cross the threshold into the Second Praetorites courtyard, you glance at your officers tattoo, a fragmented, stylized version of the Imperial Dragon you can see emblazoned on the crimson banners hanging from the columns of the courtyard. In front of the heavy oak door to the office is a weapons check. the guard wraps his cloak about him against the cold and nods at the weapon rack next to him. You draw your... >select your weapon: spear, longblade or axe. >also this is my first time trying to run a quest, bear with me if the start seems a bit slow, I'll try to update daily
>...: The Master Wishes for your death, so you shall die, traitor...
You have been sent to a remote island to investigate some ruins that don't match any known civilization. Deep inside the ruins you discovered a natural cave that the ruins were apparently built around. Paul Semis, your compatriot, wandered off from the group like an idiot while investigating signs of tooled excavation. As a result he has been quite thoroughly trapped by a in a cave-in, and you have none of the equipment you would need to free him. Not that you really could anyway, since trying it would just cause an even worse cave-in. You've tapped into his radio and video feeds, and can give him advice from here. Paul stands up and brushes the dust off. He seems to be uninjured and fairly calm. You know inventory at least contains: A 10' extensible rod. A backpack. 50' of rope. A pickaxe. A hammer. A chisel. A multitool. An LED lantern. An LED flashlight. His Radio. Several remote scouting drones. Three days worth of water and food. He appears to be in a rather small chamber, which is covered in short lines suggesting it was dug out with some kind of pick or chisel for form instead of function. Behind him is a doorway which is completely blocked with rock and what appears to be wet clay In front of him is a crudely hewn opening in the wall. (I have no idea where I'm going with this; lets just run with it.)
You are an overweight man with a neckbeard. You have decided to make a quest on your favorite site on the internet, Ponychan! What will your quest be about?
<<A special warning: The world that Phred lives in is a little deadlier than our own! This quest will likely conclude with this thread, and your reward for inventiveness and ingenuity is simply a longer thread. I do plan to run this multiple times, though. Aim for the best score!>> In recent news, the outbreak of Ablin-0-23 has spread to the continental United States. The government has issued a federal state of emergency regarding the Virus. Those who are able must remain in their homes. Please remember that if you are bitten or scratched, at this point there is no help available for new infectees. Stay in your home, do not, I repeat, do not seek help in a medical facility. This station will now shut down. We wish you all good luck... and have you all in our hearts. Well, fuck.
Princess Prudy Sparklejaws was minding her own business when suddenly assassins infiltrated her throne room, which is decorated with pink silk and bones, to kill her for her grievous and numerous crimes against the local tribes. They also stole her magic blood jewels, but she doesn't know that yet.
Hello, citizen! Welcome to Red Tape! Unfortunately, I am seeing that you have not filled out the necessary paperwork for this operation. In triplicate. Most unfortunate. Luckily for you, however, as you are the 10,000th player, you will be granted the very special privilege of skipping the paperwork and simply filling out this simple form: Name (Last, First): Gender (M/F): State: City name: Street name: House number: Apartment number (if applicable): Zip: Phone: Favorite Colo(u)r: Least Favorite Colo(u)r: Role model: Name of pet (if applicable): Name of girl/boyfriend:
"Ho there citizen! Might I bother to ask if you've seen a youth that's fled his home yet again? The little elf with the hair like a hedgehogs?" "No sir, been too busy digging to notice any passerbys." "Digging for what, praytell?"
HEY! Insert the next disc, motherfucker!
Empty... My head feels empty... ...I breathe heavily as I regain consciousness. I see two doors, one labeled "P". There's a sword next to me... And a red spinning... thing... next to the wall, floating in mid-air.... Please suggest an action.
Welcome to The Game, hosted by AmaZing Games! Thanks to our newest invention the Geist you the viewer can take partial control over one of the Contestants! It seems that the general poulace has chosen Contestan 7 as their player. The rules are simple, get eight silver keys and you win. Good luck ^_^
Oh, swell! I bet I can pawn this thing off for a couple of bucks so I can finally get a bite to eat...
Take me out, to the Black. Tell them I ain't coming back. Burn the land and boil the Sea, You can't take the sky from me. -Ballad of Serenity Any man who can hold a ship, can go anywhere, even off the map. -Captain Jern Larn of the US Airship BronzeStar
Welcome to Stone Soup.
Hello, and welcome to GuyQuest.
I can't remember a thing. There's something stuck on my head, and I'm holding a rectangular object. I've been holding onto it for a long time, apparently, because my hand is getting really sweaty. There's two square lights in front of me. Buttons?
Jaja, Jaja! I learned a new word today! ... But I don't know what it means. Jaja, what is "gold"?
A man strides across the rocky landscape, he has a grim set to his face.
YOU ARE A FUCKING UNICORN OH SHIT MOTHERFUCKERS ARE YOU A BAD ENOUGH DUDE TO UNLEASH THE HARMONY AND SUGGEST AN ACTION?
Oh fuck. I conked the fuck out last night. I didn't get anything done oh fuck I feel nauseated... This doesn't feel like my bed and it smells like a rat's ass
What the hell, why not? All I'm ever good for is gaming and the odd scrap of chicken scratch. So let's give this a try, Nuzlocke pokemon! First off, look at the flowchart, and decide which rules we want to enforce~ Naturally, the mandatory ones are: 1: If a pokemon faints, you must release it 2: You may only catch one pokemon per area 3: Nickname EVERYTHING.
You awaken. Your eyes flicker open, and you find yourself sat, your back upon a tree amidst a forest of some sort, your nostrils flare as you take a breath, and you are assailed by a dry musty smell, of age and dust. Your eyes focus after a few more blinks and you realise why this forest is so strange, asides from the smell it appears all ashen and grey, as though a thin layer of ash is covering each tree, or that their colours have been bleached out, leaving only murky greys. You also realise however, that where you are is perfectly silent, there are no birds nor bugs or similar making noises, and the wind is still. Look down unto yourself, you notice that you are a human wearing drab-looking travelling clothes, namely wool trousers that cover tall, thick socks, which themselves end with large and by the looks of it, well-worn travelling boots. The trousers are tied to you by a leather belt (which has tied to it several leather pouches, as well as a small leather sheathe containing what looks to be a dagger), but above the waist lies a thick, long-sleeved tunic with a few pockets, and tied about your neck with a silver clasp is a heavy, fur-lined, hooded cloak. You find that you are wearing leather armour largely beneath your travelling clothes, with some padding beneath the leather. With this self-examination you notice that upon the back of your left hand lies some sort of stylised moth tattoo, as you ponder its significance you come to the sudden realisation that you cannot remember anything, your name, your parents, your purpose, where you are, why you are here. You cannot remember anything at all.
Dear /quest/, I'm razorbladeromance1991 (25/m/NL) but you can call me razor. I finishhed highschool a year ago but i realy dont feel like going to university. So like i really need some guidance in my life i think. Anyway I think im too Old for Gaia Online and everyone on /b/ is assholes??? what is up with that? Anyway I think ur the only one who understands me /quets/ So about me Im 25 years old and i live with my mum and dad and my baby sister who is real annoying. Like she keeps bothering me but like im too old?? she thinks tickling is still fun eugh shes so dumb and she's like 17 so i'm like "grow up stupid bitcH" and she's like "thats no way to talk to ur big sister" WHAT??? Anyway some things I like: bands: HIM, Gackt, malice mizer, i like screamo music especially japanese because they make the best music? like i can really relate to them eventho i dont understand japnese. movies: v for vendetta i havent seen it but I think it's the best movie obv. books: probably something like the antibible. I dont read much books cos Im dyslecix. i also like my coffee black like my heart and cold but i dont drink it cos its gross? Anyway, my life realy sucks. Like my mum wont let me get a piercing, shes so dumb. BTW that picture is of me. I took it in my mirror with iPhone. My iPhone's name is ii-kun. so most posts from me will be made on ii-kun. Anyway you can ask me more questions and I'll answer them and you can suggest me things to do becuz my life really suxxxxx! Ill make atleast one blogpost per day i think. Also i might make a Myspace account or Facebook i dunno yet. Which is better??? Okay my sister is being annoying so i Gotta go. See you tomorrow /quest/ Love <3 razorbladeromance1991
Immy: oh hey, there is a room in the end of the tunnel!
In retrospect, we should have seen it coming. Our Delegates reported they hadn't heard from The User in over a week. To not receive instructions from The User for a few days was uncommon enough, but an entire week was simply unheard of. And yet, here we were going about our lives with a sudden loss of purpose. The news didn't bother me - it didn't seem real. The User never interacted with us sprites directly - It seemed so far away, like it whatever happened with It was on another partition trillions of bytes from Home. In fact, I was far more concerned that my wife was still away on her business trip - she transferred to a USB Storage Device hours before the last known contact with The User. Suddenly, I had a much larger concern ahead of me. [Actual update content here, sound unnecessary] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SexHr3-UAlY [Opening Cinematic: 1/5] (Due to the nature of this quest's graphical medium, it will be slow, but hopefully pretty. Please bear with me.)
Only that person could possibly think a fairy dust necklace would be an appropriate birthday gift for a man called 'Euthanasia'. The fairy ornament is shaped so poorly it looks like a pointy blob, and the plastic vial seems to contain blue glitter. Cheap-ass.
It's been a while that you woke up. That blue guy over there seems to be asleep. Or dead, you don't know. You would have gone away but someone made sure that you don't, as you can tell by the cord around your foot. And besides, more than three steps into any direction you'd face just another wall, as gray and dull as the one you're leaning on. This feels like a dream. The bad kind.
>Hello SparrklyBall it's Sevi! Sevi need talk with Sparkly Ball. Sevi have bigbig problem at school. Sevineed to talk. Mommy said talking helps with badproblems and this is very bad badproblem. Can SparklyBall keep big secret? No telling Mommy k? Well heregoes....
Alim: "The image is blurry miss, but there is something there... I can see it... no, I can see them... I have good news miss..."
>Somewhere, there was a tiny dream. >Such a tiny dream it was, No one knew who had dreamt it. >The tiny dream began to think. >'I don't want to disappear this way. How can I make people dream of me?' >The tiny dream thought and thought, and then came up with an idea. >'I'll make humans get lost in me, and let them create the world.' >Whose Dream will you enter? Heart, The Lost Twin Spade, The Innocent Killer Club, The Blind Academic Diamond, The Fools' Avarice
You can feel a tug of belief. Without belief, you are nothing. This tiny amount of belief stirs something deep within you. You have just become aware of your own existence. You can now sense.
While outside, you come upon a laptop. The laptop has a blood splatter on the corner and a microphone attached. Without thinking, or perhaps thinking 'sweet, free laptop', you bring it home with you. When you start it up, you are greeted with a picture of a young girl with ridiculous hair and eyes. When she moves a bit, you realize it's a video. You play with the mic while you watch. As you hit it against your palm, her eyes flick up. With each hit, she blinks. You realize it slowly. The video feed is live.
Hello, welcome to Broken Trek! In this quest, you are tasked with helping two stick figures find their friend in a mental institution. The stick figure on the left is Ilya Nindreiter. He's good at hockey, likes tapioca pudding, and his girlfriend might actually be his hand. The stick figure on the right is Luca Spezza, who enjoys the flesh of children (or veal, I'm not sure) and is quite talented at DJing raves. Together they solve puzzles. And pull the wings off of flies. Or something like that.
"I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No,' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God!' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone!' "I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... "Rapture! "A city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small! "And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well."
Oh, Jade, so this is where you have disappeared to.
-You wake up in some kind of hospital laboratory, wearing nothing but a black beanie, a hospital gown, a hospital band, and those silly hospital booties-
You have been dormant, imprisoned in this dagger for centuries, handled by unclean cattle your progenitors would've slaughtered wholesale. You don't know how this happened, bout over the years, you have started to lose hope. Then, you feel it. The presence of a worthy host. Old instincts reassert and you can feel the blade hone to a razor edge, the blood that holds you wetting it almost imperceptibly... Energy surges through you, the blood beckons to you, and you feel the need to ravage the world once more! But... You sense the blood of another wetting the blade. This is something you have not faced since you were first placed into this prison... a choice. Male or Female? (This will be a text quest, but I shall post an image with each update to make it easier to tell which posts are mine, and to help track... something. The art for the meter that you'll see shortly is by Craniate, I only wish I had her level of talent)
In the GRIM DARK FUTURE, there is only FURRIES.
>My beautiful Cream~ >The things I'm gonna do to you, oh~ you will forget all about that shady bold... >Just like I forgot every other girl, after that kiss you gave me~
CHOOSE YOUR RACE
YOU ARE A POTATO BEAR LOOKING FOR YOUR POT OF HONEY WHAT DO YOU DO? >
My name is Jones, and I'm moving into a new town. It's a little scary having to move somewhere completely new and meet new people. So please, I need your help! Come with me and help me make new friends and have fun in my new town!
The Legend of the Amaranth. Written and Illustrated by Roald Dali.
Spring of 188, AD. From the capital, thunder can be heard, herald to a changing era. The Yellow Turban Rebellion has lasted four years now. He Jin and Yuan Shao fight against this peasant army, and have put out the call for heroes to safeguard the Han dynasty. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei swear an oath of brotherhood that will unite them until each one rests in his grave. Emperor Ling is not long for his grave; he will rule for another year, and his death will set off a cascade of events that will forever change the face of China. And you... You are a simple man. A vagrant, a wanderer, an officer without a man to serve or men to command. But this is a time when great men hear the call to act, when the fires of ambition are stoked until they roar. And, unlike others, you hold a small jade statue of some importance...
>>/questdis/317961 [DOING MY BEST TO DO THAT VOICES THANK YOU FOR POINTING THAT OUT.] >>/questdis/317999 [ALWAYS BEEN FAT, THANKS FOR NOTICING.] >>/questdis/318054 [Yeah, this is Nightmare Zone.] [Fuck man, I hate this place so much.] [And I have no clue how to get out.]
To your perception, there is no time passing, there is no up, no down, no void. You are all there is in this universe, and the sum total of this universe's contents is you. You are no god, you know this. Gods are created by belief, and as yet nothing exists to believe in anything. You are simply the Creator. After an eternity, or perhaps a moment, (not that it matters to you), you are at your present state of consciousness and decide to do something for the first time. (Thread started at http://boards.4chan.org/tg/res/8071550 , moved here to avoid sagefags)
... It hurts...
Authors note: This is my first attempt at a quest, and as such it probably wont be that good. The art is terrible (only have a laptop touch pad to work with, bear with me here:<) and the story may be mediocre. Well just have to see. This is the story of a dream, an epic journey. A quest, one might say. Filled with many perils it is sure to be, but the end reward will surely be grand. But oh me, im getting ahead of myself again. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
(hey guys, this is one of the reasons I just can't keep doing terrible quest, I don't want to do 3 quests at a time and terrible quest was getting too boring and inactive anyways! OK! So this quest is actually about what my name references! The events in this quest are false, but based on a lot of true events and things I believe and have a large ammount metaphorical value that I will leave up to you to interpret. I know this quest is seemingly about pyroboy, but a lot of it is about a guy named david, that has a symbolic value too. Finally, my quests have been completely unserious and pretty silly in general but this one, while i'll try to incorporate humor, definitely has a more serious tone. AAANYWAYS i'll stop yapping your asses off and get on with it) This is David. He is currently 16 and attends whitehall highschool. David is pretty socially awkward, especially around girls. He dreads going to school due to his low social status and his generally awkward behavior. David is waiting for the bus like he has and will for the rest of school. David is a cynical optimist. One of the only cynical optimists he knows, in fact. You have somehow been given the ability to suggest David things through his conscience. First order of business! What should David do to kill time before the bus shows up? David has some sort of music player but not much else besides that... Violet may be showing up soon. Violet is... well when she shows up we'll get a little insight on her.
"Ah...koopa leaf tea~"
We open on a rather drab room, apparently created by someone with no sense of euclidean geometry...
You are a piece of bacon that gained consciousness. You remember your mother the pig, and your father the knife. You see two fat neckbeards rolling bacon. Perhaps they hope to create the elusive meatbread. You doubt it though. They will probably fail their skill checks. So, it is up to you to either escape from this establishment, or help them make the best bacon in the world.
Magic is forever moving. Mages, free magic, and everything else direct its flow, affecting the world. But with every change, tiny anomalies spring up. They are usually far too insubstantial to have any effects, but over time, they build up and eventually rupture the fabric of dimensions. When that happens it is like a massive earthquake, turning the place it occurs in into a kind of sub-dimension, and bringing immensely powerful monstrosities into it. If the power goes unchecked, the sub-dimension could be transformed into a stable demonic portal. If the demons can be banished from the sub-dimension however, the anomalies will break tension and the sub-dimension will disperse. Because of the demonic nature of the sub-dimension however, only demons and holy beings can come inside it. The fabric of dimensions is breaking now. As soon as it gets fully dark, the portals will appear. The setting is a peninsula, three sides covered with water. I am the only one that knows about this event, but the area has long been abandoned because of the demonic energies. Essentially, it is me, my holy powers, my blessed armor, and my enchanted weapon against an army of demonic forces.
"In Which There is a Raptor at a Bus Stop, and No One Seems to Notice Except Me." "Holy--!"
[CUTSCENE] People go on Pokemon journeys for different reasons. Some want adventure. Some want to collect every single Pokemon there is. For me, tomorrow's the big day...
Hi everyone, welcome to JulyQuest. I drew this promo piece earlier and I figured I'd use it for the first thread.
These are the Amazing Journeys of MU the WARRIOR MONK. When we last left our heroes, Mu had been WRONGLY IMPRISONED by a CORRUPT MAGISTRATE. After a FAILED ESCAPE ATTEMPT, Mu's companions went to speak with various IMPORTANT TOWNSFOLK to convince them to REBEL AGAINST THE MAGISTRATE. This is their story.
You've been waiting for this for a long time. Four Aces, the 'Bar of Destiny', as the searchers call it. You sit in the corner and drink your whiskey. It's the worst quality whiskey and the best drink you ever had. It tastes like victory. The harsh liquor washes away the grit in your mouth. Each mouthful after that tastes better and better. From your seat in the corner, you listen to the conversations at the bar: "So I'm caught by ten guys, so I whip out my Spade Knight..." "... guy used a Nine Hearts for me, now I'm happily married..." "... and so THE DEVIL is making moves, apparently." It's unlikely that they got any of those Cards from here. This bar only deals in... The shadowy stranger sits down across from you. You don't remember seeing him enter... and he slides four cards across the table to you, face up. "The Ace of Spades. The Reaver. Cutting through confusion, decisive blows. The Ace of Hearts. The Beginning. Defending others, bringing happiness. The Ace of Diamonds. The Tactician. Revealing others weakpoints, defeating them. The Ace of Clubs. The Winner. Aptitude in all aspects, but excellency in none." He looks at you with eyes of fire. "Make your choice."
VOICE: Well, let's get this sorted out, then. This is you. You've been interested in Pokémon for most of your life, but are sketchy on a lot of the details. In spite of this, you've decided to take the plunge and become a Pokémon trainer! So, if you don't mind me asking... what's your name? [Let's see if I can't get this off the ground. And just as a note -- based on prior experience, I've decided to go with the session format and stick to it, just to keep myself sane and images reasonably timely. This means I'll be announcing times and whatnot, although they'll probably change from time to time due to my current schedule being rather inconsistent. However, this bit at the beginning will be more of a "post as you guys do"-type deal until we get the characters established and so on. Also, with any luck, the art will improve over time instead of devolving like it did last time. >_>]
...think it's working, doctor. We're running directly visually, though, since he has no uplink. That could cause some problems on the client end."
>[prelude]
Yalrot: "Hello welcome guests. Due to the insistence of The Creator I have been asked to invite you into his mind. I ask you not to stray far and san checks are required. For more assistance you may simply call for me. My name is Yalrot and I shall not be referred to as anything else. I will be more then happy to help you to the best of my abilities. I warn you though, this place is as much a maze as it is a straight path. Follow your gut, and you will be safe, over think things and you will find yourself in more peril then even the creator can save you from. Within these halls lie the creators unfinished creations, his greatest fears, his likes, his dislikes, and everything that pleases him. If you truly wish to go further then his throne, I suggest seeing him first. He does not like people being where they should not be. And with that, I am now open for any questions that you may have. If you have none, then good luck."
The thought of loneliness scares me no more. I journey across valleys, oceans and strange lands for months now. My wings have grown accustomed to the atmosphere around. Still, I have done little to actually see a way to return to my place.
Sometimes a man must take matters into his own hands.
You find yourself this new world, someplace interesting you hope. Although basic in every way, you can still preform basic needs to advance yourself. Currently you can only preform one total action at a time, no other options are open to you. Here is a list of options you may do, and what category each are under: THINK: Of your new name. MOVEMENT: Attempt of explore new location. If you choose movement, you currently have no eyes, and can only sense the world 10 meters around yourself. You are but a mist of energy. If you choose name, you must think of a FIRST NAME and then a LAST NAME once a FIRST is picked.
You are a sapient parasite that stole your host's eye. You're not quite sure what happened after your ran off with your prize, but it went something along the lines of realizing you could change your shape so you had wings, and then promptly flying into something very bright. The area you are in now smells like death and is apparantly called a 'hospital'.
The crazy old man tells, that there are many worlds. He tells that some of them are enchanting places and some of them are mispelled, full of flaws and weaknesses, tortures and aberrations. He didn't tell, which one this type of a world this one is, but I am going to find out. There's a small dragon nest on these cliffs. I've killed too many people this year, it's time to earn something. Looting the nest is easy, but the dragon eggs are more valuable.
[Animated] The term 'standard job' is such an ironically useless phrase in a profession where literally anything can- and often will- go wrong. But perhaps I'm not looking at it from the right angle. Maybe the job isn't standard until something goes wrong. If so, I guess I can rest assured knowing this is, indeed, just another standard job.
>Long ago, when /quests/ was still young, young adults played a game of great and terrible power. But these 'shadow quests' erupted into a war that threatened to destroy the entire internets, until a brave and powerful cutebold locked the magic away, imprisoning it within the mystical Infinite Pysche Items. Now, 1 year later, a girl named Karen unlocks the secret of the Orb of Infinite Psyche. She is infused with ancient magical energies, for destiny has chosen her to defend the world from the return of the shadow quests, just as the brave cutebold did, 1 year ago. CONTINUED
In this World, there exist both humans and creatures called 'pokémon.' Many people set out into the world of pokémon, and they battle eachother with their pokémon companions. >Cutscene
"The horns of the Apocalypse. Riiiight. More like the horns of looking like an idiot. I can't believe I trudged through this dank hellhole for three hours just to find this useless piece of junk. It doesn't even look all that intimidating. I'm going to kill that old man." Nervousness and disappointment emanate from The Host, but his Main Aspect is curiosity. "Why am I talking to myself, again?" (Author's note: Yes the art sucks, I apologize for it.)
11-1-2410 [reuploaded due to date] Mars High ********* (I wonder hy does even the text appear as red?) Wha-zz this? Oh, cryo-sleep. Now I wonder why and how did I end up here on this shuttle. Last thing I remember was at that fancy night club on Earth. Wait, where's the light switch? Actually, who am I?
>Truth
This is a scene, you don't really see anywhere in this world... not anymore...
There is the sound of crashing water somewhere not-too-distant, and it draws you from sleep. Your eyes flutter open, and for a while, the world is a strange collection of blurred colors - blue and white. You blink a few times, each rise and fall of your lids bringing the world into sharper focus. You are staring at the sky, and for a moment you are not certain who you are. You push yourself to a seated position, arms out behind you holding you up, and are greeted by the sight of the sea. Waves break a few hundred feet from the shore. There must be a reef there. At the least bit, you remember your name now. Alice. Your head is... muddled. Foggy. You think you might be able to remember more, but you aren't certain. What do you do? [[I'll be running this as mostly a text quest, at least until I get access to a computer with photoshop and a tablet again (but that might not be for a month or longer), but I have access to a scanner so hand drawn pictures are possible if the need presents itself. Apologies for the shitty threadstart image, what I tried with a mouse sucked so I went completely back to basics.]]
God this is demoralizing... eating dead puppies off the ground... Well, it beats attacking the human settlements and risking my life... or lack thereof. I think the worst part is the severe lack of communication, I wish I had someone who could have a two way conversation. Or at the very least an intellectual who would listen to my mid-meal rants...
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System Restore Complete. Construction Vehicle 337BR-5 online. Map feed unavailable, GPS mapping not available. resource stores: medium. returning controll to pilot
Team9: A group of the most generally plot-irrelevant characters in touhou.
"Stop, you troll... stop ruining my quest..."
This is Blaze. Blaze is a teenage mutant ninja criminal.* At the moment, Blaze is concentrating very hard on a task of truly epic proportions. *Well, he wishes he was a ninja. The rest is true though.
... Another boring day...
You awaken to flickering numbers searing themselves deep into your eyes. Unconsciously, you shut your complaining eyes and curse loudly or try too. Your feel your mouth move but your ears hear no noise. As you hastily sit up, you hear a tinkling sound as your hand brushes across the soft carpet that covers your bedroom floor. It takes you just a second to comprehend that information and quickly swivel to find the source of the noise: glass litters the floor to your left, only visible due to the light from the alarm clock causing it to shine a blood red hue. As your night vision recovers, you see that the rest of your room is completely clean: there is no longer any furniture or bed and two feet to your right yawns the soft carpet disappears replaced by a pocked surface. Across that is the door that leads to the kitchen of your flat. What do you do?
The phone rings and you jump out of bed. Because this is not a familiar bed you end up hitting your head on the metal head-bars, and lie looking up at the ceiling fan as it spins. So starts your first day as a crook. You didn't start off in life as a crook, of course. In fact your early life had not been too bad at all. But somewhere along the line, through no fault of your own, life caved in on you like a Chinese coal mine. There's too much of that to talk about in detail, and anyway you don't want to think about it. Still, things could be worse. At least you've got a bed to wake up in now, for starters, and that's what you just did. The whole room smells of kebab spices and grease, but that's better than the smell of urine out on the streets too. Most importantly is what woke you up. Your handphone. This one's a gift to you from Stony Stan - 'a symbol of progress and further cooperation', in his words - and now it's ringing. Come on, do something now. But first, what is your name?
Okay, okay, OOKAAAAAY, I am back in business! Yes, that little trouble with those Battle Angels did leave me in a precarious spot (How was I to know they'd take my words to heart, and secede from The Collective to make their own empire? Jeez, you tell someone that you have the next best thing to Bohemian Rhapsody, and they get delusions of grandeur.), but I pulled through! ...Granted, all I have right now are (50 units of honey), (5 units of royal jelly[I may have helped myself to some when at the Battle Angel's hive]), and (70 units of giant termite), and not a bit more to my name. Well, a challenge is always invigorating! I just arrived at the bazaar in The Collective, what kind of mar-customer, yes, valued customer, which type should I keep an eye out for? So far, the only notable consumers are The Big Duo, The Big O's little brother, a burnished gold beetle named Bob Marley, and a fly named Rocket Man. Granted, since they are known to have a good bit of resources, everyone tries to grab them as customers, so going after them might not be easy. Conversely, I see plenty of fairly...... innocent looking consumers on the sidelines, and of course I could always wander about the bazaar, looking for the right customer. Hm, what should I do?
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Nothing but a void. (Suggest a move) [Hi, I'm new to this quest thing. Hope I do well!]