Max-Tac. Within the ruthless, blood thirsty ranks of men that have surrendered their humanity for military power in order to put down insane cyborgs little different than themselves. Were to be found specialists. Those that had moved beyond the threshold of humanity and become fully machine, or far worse.

You are Lt. Walker. Head of Night City's C-SWAT Task Force Extreme Contingency Unit. Code Name "Demon Slayers." Assigned to deal with full body borgs gone cyber psycho, Weapons of Mass Destruction, and paramilitary uprisings within Night City.

You are a twice fully converted borg unit. Only your skull, spinal column, esophageal track, and genitalia remain of your original body. These systems have been heavily modified once for placement within a Dragoon Borg body during (Classified) conflict in (Classified) through usage of a specialized frame of (Classified) manufacturer. Your present body is a "gifted" bio engineered rehabilitation "frame" cloned from your original genetic samples and (Classified) enhanced tissue samples. For all intents and purposes you look like an ordinary man when out of uniform. You feel like an ordinary man... feel FeEl FEEEEEELllleeeeesssssssss... an ordinary man. You are armed with unique biological armaments and enhancements. And, along with your task force duties you are obligated by contract to report (FEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDD) on any resulting symptoms and unique physiological experiences. Two unique bio ripper units are in your hands and arms. And, your tongue can form a unique, blue "whip" like proboscis weapon. Your nerve enhancements sometimes cause illusions of temporal perception or precognition. Ignore the sense of déjà vu. This is merely biological feedback forming a sort of intuition (INtuItIoNnnnnn).

You wake up with a start to the blaring sound of a notification coming in through a priority channel. It's Rex. your unit Sergent and immediate subordinate. He's a fully converted Borg, Heavy Weapons Specialist, and former comrade in arms that served with you in places you'd prefer not to remember and aren't allowed to tell anyone, ever. You answer him.

"Boss, we've got a live one. Three Militech love children gone full psycho in an upscale joint in a shit hole part of town. Called the Golden Cafe. Our ETA to pick you up is a minute twenty, unless you want to meet us there... in that "way" that you do."

>"Fuck you Rex, don't discuss classified technology even over a secured line. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

>"I'll meet you there." Hang up on him without another word and proceed to the call location through your special way.

>Tell him to come get you and hang up.

>Tell him to handle the situation without you and that you'll meet him later after clean up.

Last time, you took the cows to the farm, also you got a bag. Not very eventful, but the tides changed once you found a mysterious letter that pledged it would grant you any wish. To test these supernatural abilities, you asked for the keys to the School’s swimming pool, which were granted. At the pool, you ask for your second wish…

You want your lovely teacher Nina to return physically to her teenage years for week!

For no apparent reason, your newly acquired bag is freaking out! Is this some kind of signal towards your wish being granted?!

…

A couple of bags of Snackos fall next to your feet. They have a note on top. The penmanship is identical to the one on the original letter. You skim over it. The all-powerful Mysterious Wish-Granting Force is asking for a few minutes, and it’s giving you something to eat in the meantime. How thoughtful! You’re at lunchtime after all!

…

You don’t need two of these, so you insert one of the Snackos inside the bag. Tantrum is done, Bagna is pleased.

…

You take your shoes off and flap your feet in the Swimming pool to pass the time. Eventually, someone knocks on the door…

“Uhm, ehm, M-Mister Ando, it’s me… Miss Uccelli! C-C-Can I come in?” An easy-on-the-ears girly voice asks from the other side. It certainly matches your teacher’s cadence.

But something is off…

Maybe it’s the Rejuvenating Beam’s effect!

<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>

>“You’re not going to get mad at me for being at the pool, right?” Make sure you’re not in trouble.
>“Before I open, do you feel younger? Specifically in your late teenage years?” You need to make sure this Wishing Star is legit.
>Open the door and let Ms. Uccelli in! It’s been a while since you referred to her like this!
>“We’re on a first-name basis. Why are you calling me Mr. Ando?” Be a tiny bit skeptical.
>Write In.

Let´s supose something.

We´re on the Marvel Universe. During the 60´s. NATO and the Soviet Union are playing their Chess game to see who of them make their political model and philosophy conquers the world.

Suddenly, behind the Berlin Wall, arround the Soviet Dominated domains of Eastern Europe. Surges a country known as:

LATVERIA.

A nation that got independent from the Soviet Union out of the Blue, and aparently is from the Green Cloak wearing and Amor Claded maniac that fights the Fantastic Four on an allmost regular basis.

He alone, with no aparent aid of a Rich Third Position Country the likes of Argentina, India, Saudi Arabia, and etc. With technologies that hasn´t have a trace back to any of the world strongest weapon distributors in the world, just grabbed a little peice of territory from the Soviet Union, and not only has been capable of defending itself from the raids to reclaim it, but also growing wider and wider like a cancer.

But here is the kicker. This "Doctor Doom" Character declares he isn´t on the NATO side neither, just... "Taking what is rightfully his"

What does happens from here on out? What should be the next step from the United States, or Britain, France or Turkey on the Blue side, and of the Soviets from the Red side?

What should do Doom? Make a world wide transmission declaring his intentions of just wanting to rule Latveria like a peacefull king, so long neither the Americans or the Russians doesn´t fuck with him? Or TV broadcast is below Doom?

And most importantly... How does History changes from now on?

The Vietnam War would change, meaning the Soldiers (like Frank Castle) are left behind since Latveria had become a bigger threat?

Will the Berlin Wall get destroyed at all? or... the dreaded Iron Curtain should remain to contain Doom?

This things and more.... is what we should discuss.

So recently, about yesterday I had a random thought about a music piece that I heard of a while ago, I wanted to hear it again but it wasnt in my history or any of my playlists, I tried anything I had in mind to find it but I simply couldn't but I know things that could hint on how to find it, so il just get to the point : the song revolves around the retro internet or how the internet felt as a teenager in that era, the song spoke a bit about Roblox, and their friends that they talked to on skype, the character represented in the video is a white anthropomorphic wolf?? cat I think? but they had a bunch of rainbow features and stuff. but it was a pretty catchy piece of music, and im pretty sure by the end of the video it showed a plushy of the character ( the character mentioned previously )

300 years ago, the legendary Agnika Kaieru saved all of humanity, but her sacrifices bore no glory or treasures beyond her own name. Her comrades rising to great prominence while the hero who united them was locked away, forever held at gunpoint until only the Seven Stars remained.

It has been this way for these centuries that passed, all you have known, Zucouz Kaieru, was the Gilded cage that surrounded you and your family...your servants, your guards, all sworn to secrecy or elsewise total spies against you. Paranoia filled your father's mind as he believed he too would never see the sky, or starlight, or anything besides this underground prison of a home.

You watched him wither away, and this bore an seed of ve glance in your heart, by all rights Gjallarhorn should be yours, it should be just, it should be...not this...

[Decide your Personality]
> Kind: Ever the knight, you were soft of heart and gentle to everyone you met. Winning hearts of those who served with your humility despite the legacy on your shoulders and circumstances.

>Mischievous: Yo dealt with issues via humor and joking, bringing a smile to all despite it being at the cost of yourself at times. Still, your heart was always in the right place.

>Hard: Your anger and righteous fury filled everything you did. To be the strongest, to go the furthest, to climb the highest, you became strong of mind and body for the day you could spring your own escape...

In this vast star speckled place we call the cosmos, there is a place called Earth, the planet of water. Where within exists an certain race known as humans, who take the gift of life all too much for granted...

Turning ones focus to those tinier specks known as space colonies, there lived humans who are in the process of adapting to life in the harsh and unforgiving confines of space. It is within the colony of Green Noa that our story takes place, an young man, waking up from an namesless nightmare, houses himself from the comforting confines of his bed.

The young man, called Erik Bridger, would go through his morning routine and get ready for school, his spartan furnishings denoting an rather poor upbringing as he ate an cup of noodles for breakfast.

With the spice hanging on his lips, Erik drinks some soda to numb the slight burn as ge prepared to head to class, maybe you could go walk with Kamille, or perhaps Fa if he tries to shirk her attentions again...

[Destiny Moment]
> Walk Alone
> Go With Fa
> Find Kamille

ANOTHER HOUR TICKS BY as your fingers glide across your phone's keyboard. Chatting with randoms from the internet seems to be the only thing preventing you from sticking your face into the frying oil out of boredom. You check the clock on your phone: 12 PM. You can't help but sigh. You still have 5 HOURS until the end of your shift, but you have yet to TAKE YOUR LUNCH BREAK.

You are TWENTY-ONE (21) YEARS OLD. You hold an ASSOCIATE'S DEGREE IN SOCIAL MEDIA MARKETING because a cute girl you liked during freshman orientation told you she was pursuing it. It is one of your biggest regrets. You are an EMPLOYEE at BIG M BURGER, off the corner of First and Market. You've enjoyed eating here as a kid for years, and now it's the only place in town that'll hire you with your degree. The food is subpar, but it's not the worst thing to eat for free during your lunch break.

You would really like to see your life improve sometime soon, but for now, texting takes the edge off of how shitty your existence is.

No c alchile aganle una broma a estos weyes no se quienes sean pero mis compas me dijeron

Your name is John, your parents were both famous adventurers in their day. They raided the dungeons of the dark wizard Grayzag, got arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct in at least four separate taverns (maybe more but they got too drunk to remember), fought pirates and got fooled by mimics MANY times. Your dad, a Wizard/Fighter multiclass, and your mother, a Sorceress/Bard multiclass have returned to adventuring now that you're out of the house.

Why are you out of the house? Well you just finished your training under an experienced adventurer, white haired, beautiful, famous, but stern and commanding, a famous hero in her own right, and being her pupil is a real stroke of luck.

>In the course of living with your parents you've developed a unique trait, pick ANY one Feat from the available list, or suggest a home-brew one.

>https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/

In addition, to complete your training, your mentor had you complete ten minor quests, everything from killing four skeletons that were haunting a grave to beating an orc in a fistfight (he'd been getting drunk repeatedly in a nearby tavern and scaring people, nice guy besides that, apologised in his cell). You've saved a girl from a kidnapper and his pair of knife wielding thugs, hunted a boar for your dad (technically counts as a quest! He signed off on it and everything!), protected a trade cart from goblins, freed a bridge from bandits, helped a frightened wizard get his magic beads out of the guts of a constrictor snake, killed a trio of hungry giant frogs which had been lurking near a halfling village, caught and beat a warlock who'd been murdering his enemies at night (eldritch blast HURTS) and stopped a cultist swordsman, Daemon Darkblade from stealing a dragon egg. He escaped, but only just, swearing revenge.

For each of these quests your mentor made sure you received a signed contract, with your name, the employer's, and hers, sealed by the two of you as well, to ensure you would have plenty of documentation to prove your identity and skills as an adventurer in person, as well as prove that you were her student. You avoided using your true family name, as you wish to build fame, if any, on your own merits.

>What name did you sign?

>What name did your mentor sign?

>You earn 1000 Experience from your victories!

Your mentor taught you the basics of your class before even your first quest, and ran you through training for weeks between each of them, reviewing what you'd learned, keeping you humble, and preventing you from making future mistakes. She accompanied you to a degree on each quest, but left the talking and the violence to you. You were there to show you'd learned how to be an independent adventurer, and you did.
But what mold did you fall into in the end?

>Level 3 Fighter
>Level 3 Wizard
>Level 3 Rogue
>Level 3 Ranger
>Level 3 Multiclass (what?)

>Pick your class and Archetype (if any)

>All your ability scores are 14, pick 4 proficiency

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