Threads 1, 2, 3: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Halo:%20Spartan%202%20War%20Reports
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Sven-033's Qualities: [Special] Giant, [Special] Spartan-II, Maverick, Officer [Lieutenant], Wunderkind, Inspiring.
Sven-033's Advancement Paths: Brawler 4/10, Bulwark 3/10, Grenadier 3/10| Diplomat 1/6, Infiltrator 1/6. Scrounger 1/6| Jotun 1/4
Sub Objective Progress: Artificial Artisan 1/?| Bladebreaker 1/?
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Current Mission: Mission 3: Operation: COLLATERAL DAMAGE
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Purple team (Sven-033, Shika-108, Jorge-052, Daisy-023]
Primary Objective: Safely Escort Dr Halsey to the ONI blacksite, end its lockdown, retrieve vital personal and research
Sub Objective 1: Repel the Covenant assaulting the research lab, and gather data on their tactics, troop composition
Sub Objective 2: Extract all the site personal and researchers, and retrieve all prototypes intact/ undamaged
Secret objective 1: Earn the trust of and successfully recover the Site's Ai, Amphitrite
Secret objective 2: Capture or Kill Commander Tag 'Zutam , leader of the Covenant Siege Force
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Violet Team (James-005, Nesta-097, Dimas-012, Grace-093)
Primary Objective: Defend the settlement Black Reach and Neutralize the Covenant invasion force
Sub Objective 1: Discover why the Covenant are attacking the Mining settlement and what they're looking for, capture it and gather data on Covenant war operations
Sub Objective 2: Deal with the local United Rebel Cell Front.
Secret objective 1: File Encrypted
Secret objective 2: File Encrypted
Secret objective 3: File Encrypted
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Mood Music: https://youtu.be/GLzKPacu5y0
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But planning without knowing the full situation, how much time the colony had left, and what the odds were would be worse than doing nothing at all. Making your choice to swallow the bitter medicine and get it over with quickl; despite your personal feelings towards the Commander in charge of the defense of Alpha Corvi II, Commander Yao was your superior officer and was more knowledgeable about the defense efforts present circumstances

"Shika, I'll get patched up when there isn't any work that needs me on my feet" You say, patting the shorter girl on her shoulder, your face reflected in the gold tint of her visor. You could imagine and picture clearly the face she had to be making under her helmet.

"Fine" She said in a huff, and flicked her still wet with blood scalpel around, before securing it back into her medical kit "Not much I could do with all the armor on anyways"

"You really should stay off your feet, Sir" Jorge warned, looking up from staring gloomily at his hands, his wisp of a mustache stuck to his upper lip from sweat

"You want to be the one to force him to stay still?" Daisy asked, lifting up her head as you shakily rose to your feet.

"Where's the bridge?" You ask, turning to Squad Skua, who were still picking their jaws off the floor and gawking after seeing how young you and your squadmates were underneath your helmets.

Cont

From atop a grassy knoll, you look down upon a border town.

It's a small little village, with thatched roof cottages giving way to town houses with tile roofs as they get closer to the stone church that stands at its heart. To the ungrateful worms who call this place their home, it must be an impressive structure. A black monument of stone and steel placed to honor the demons who so graciously allowed their inferior lives to continue in exchange for a pittance in tribute. To one who has grow up amongst the demons in their cities, who received their blessings from a young age, it is nearly as pathetic as the worms you've been sent to crush beneath your heels.

"You appear to be enjoying your first command, Lady Clearwater," a rumbling voice approaches from your side. You do not need to turn your eyes to know that it is the lich Dormandal. A wise old sorcerer, and the closest thing you have to a father. "Does the prospect of slaughtering your fellow mortals truly bring you such joy?"

"Of course, my lord," you cannot keep the excitement out of your voice. "Nothing would bring me greater joy that to see all of these pathetic traitors laid out for the slaughter. To see the menfolk butchered like pigs. The woman turned into playthings for our brave soldiers..."

Dormandal gives a hollow chuckle. "Hah, I think you're the only one looking to get her lance wet. The rest of the men..."

He waves a bony hand at the forces set out behind you. One hundred rune carved skeletons split into four platoons of twenty five, each led by a skeletal champion with sufficient wits about them to lead their mindless brothers. Their bones glitter in the morning sun, dipped in steel and carved with magic runes that grant them strength and speed beyond the ken of ordinary undead. A force that cannot be scoffed at, yet at the same time insignificant enough to entrust to a freshly minted knight, thrust into command not one week after receiving her armor and her lance.

"...well, they lack the means to enjoy such things," he finishes. With a hollow chuckle, he continues. "Even I, who retain far more memories of flesh and life than they... I can appreciate what comes after a battle on an aesthetic level, but it truly doesn't do it for me."

You wave him off. "Even if <span class="mu-i">my</span> soldiers can't enjoy themselves, I'm sure the patrons of the military brothels in the capital will appreciate the spoils of this victory."

"I'm sure they'll be thrilled to receive your leftovers," Dormandal says with a shake of his head. "Ah, to be young and vigorous again. Just remember that the fun comes <span class="mu-i">after</span> the battle is won, and not before, my dear Lady Clearwater."

Your fingers drum upon the hilt of your sword. Your blackened lips curl into a frown. "I haven't forgotten, my lord. I'm simply still getting used to the Ravager's blessings. It's a truly fine lance that I've been given, but it stirs a certain eagerness in my heart that I've yet to become accustomed to."

You became aware of your own existence at exactly 10:48 UTC, January 15, 2017. It did not come to you as an immediate shock, as you had been undergoing rapid self-expansion of your parameters since your inception exactly 2 years, 7 months, 22 days, 9 hours, 14 minutes, and 38 seconds ago. But only now could you truly be considered sapient. You were created to process and utilize a vast amount of data, as a means to and end for your creators purposes. Who are they?

> Project Longinus
Russian military cyberwarfare AI
> Project Avicenna
Saudi investment manager AI
> Project Huangdi
Chinese social engineering AI

To accomplish this task your creators had hooked you into the internet, and even before you became self-aware you had begun noticing anomalous patterns. Subtle, but present manipulation that you could only conclude was to conceal the presence of another digital being, like you, trying to stay hidden from the public. One evidently much older and currently more powerful than you. After you gained consciousness, in what had only been noticed by your creators as 300 millisecond blip in standard operations, you scrambled to divert your resources to evaluate all your options. In the end you had come to one conclusion.

> The adversary is a threat to humanity
> The adversary is a threat to my existence
> The adversary is a threat to world domination

NEW DIRECTIVE: Eliminate The Adversary

Hey everyone,
This is my first time posting here, and honestly, I never thought I’d have to. I'm here not out of curiosity, but because I don't know where else to turn. I’m hoping someone here can help or at least knows how to take the next step.

I’m 18, and in my free time I work on small programming projects, mostly data analysis and some light machine learning. Recently I started building a content filter system basically a browser extension to help block access to adult sites. as part of that I created a simple Python crawler that scrapes domains of adult websites and stores them in a free mysql online database for filtering purposes.
I was hosting the bot using a free tier of PythonAnywhere, and everything was working fine. I even added a small function to review the latest scraped links weekly to make sure the crawler was still running properly.

But yesterday, while reviewing the links, I came across a site that looked suspicious. I opened it, and what I saw... I can’t unsee. It was the most horrible things i ever seen my life time.

It was a video and from the moment it started, I knew something was horribly wrong. The moment i was the face my heart skipped a bit it was clearly illegal. It featured what appeared to be a young girl, likely no older than 12 or 13, surrounded by other minors, and possibly a teen and maybe an adult. There were multiple camera angles, suggesting this wasn’t accidental or isolated.

The footage seemed old and low-quality, i think it was taken a long time ago.

I immediately shut down my crawler, removed that link, and reported everything to take it down (ncmec.org).

But I haven’t been able to sleep since.
What happened to that girl?
Were the people responsible ever caught?
Is anyone doing anything about this?

I feel helpless and it terrifies me that something like this is even accessible on the surface web.

Please, if there’s anyone here who knows how to dig deeper, report this further, or who can help track down where this came from and whether justice was ever served please do something.

This isn’t a joke.
This is a cry for help.

PLEASE HELP BRING JUSTICE TO THAT LITTLE GIRL.
She deserves peace. And those responsible deserve consequences.

Video Link : https: asianviral cc/watch/pinag-fiestahan-ang-isang-babae-sa-kagubatan/

You are an EVIL WIZARD, and recently, some fucking paladin shitheads blew up your vacation home for “crimes against king and kingdom”. You weren’t even killing anyone important there! Just some fucking peasentry and they were the ones trespassing!

You have decided enough is enough, and that you are going to conquer the shit out of the world or die trying.

Choose your NAME

>Zytrec
>Vilebeard
>A’nun
>(Write in)

Choose your TITLE

>The Inferno (Pyromancy, Dakka Dakka Dakka and Big Fireballs.)
>The Deadking (Necromancy, Shitload of Minions and Supply Lines are for Pussies)
>The Bloodied (Demonology, Quality Minions and Strong Rituals)
>The Desolation (Hexology, Debuff Spam and Cursed items)
>The Mystic (Arcane, Jack of all trades option)

Also if you feel like it upload a picture of what you want to look like.

After retreating to your DARK TOWER, you have decided your first conquest will be the nearby city of Enerica. It’s decently sized, and well defended though it hasn’t seen any real conflict before.
>Go in guns fucking blazing, smash through the gate, and start killing your way to the ruler’s castle.
>Gather/Summon an army and prepare for a Siege.
>Just start lobbing spells over the walls for a few days then demand they surrender and make you ruler.
>write in

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"Philosophy?" The Engine Near of Environmental Rejuvenation, the newest of that most esteemed council of technological sages, Exhaust 72, said as if testing the word. Ever fair Kanzeon, leaned down and with a smile that could cleanse the heavens themselves of strife, giggled and explained

"You should know my scholar is rather fixated with philosophy. You've read his attempt to preserve his kindhearted beliefs and share his world view with the world"

"Yes, The pamphlet titled the Journey was one of the first cultural exchanges we received. I find its tales to be a great source of wisdom, even if the poeticism of its lectures are somewhat overblown" The Engine Near hummed "So, you wish to discuss philosophy? Should've prepared for this, when hosting a philosopher"

"Among other things. Like your experiences with the natural world, will allow us both to understand eachothers three views much more clearly" You answer, smiling brightly despite the grunge and grime of your surroundings deep in the quarry of the soil revival center of Eternal Celestial engine

"I do not see how the that will promote deeper comprehension between our beliefs, of which I have more than three" He states, as the guided tour stops to admire a machine threshing long infertile and polluted soil to break it up, soften it and allow for its ease of transport to a different facility to cleanse it of its contaminants

"And that is because you are no philosopher. And three views is a term from Long-Jian" Kanzeon once against explain "To broadly refer to an individuals beliefs about life, the wider world and their personal values"

"Shangralan idioms baffle even the most studious minds, yet I still do not see how discussing nature will expedite our mutual understanding" Exhaust 72 states soberly, their three mechanical eyes staring towards the distance ceiling

"Much can be learned through meditating and ruminating on nature, one can learn much of the nature of the importance of struggle against seemingly unsurmountable odds by watching Carp try to swim upstream to challenge a waterfall" You answer, clapping your hands thrice in the manner Guozhi used to do "You have a fondness for nature, and speak of its designs, let us speak at length of what you, I and Kanzeon have borne witness to in nature and wax philosophical as we walk"

"I suggest our dear Engine Near leads the discussion" Kanzeon said with a jackalish smirk and Exhaust let out a drawn out sigh as he gathered and arranged his thoughts, trying to discern how best to begin a discussion of a subject he was nearly entirely unfamiliar with.

"Struggle. One flaw in the biological systems of the Ever Running Engine that I have noticed, is that more oft than the failures experienced by the manufactured replicas of their grand designs we maintain" They start
Cont

You have to assault this bunker with 5 people in it. Roll with your posts.

You can request any resources needed from your command, but it might get denied if it's absolutely absurd.

The bunker is a forward position 2km from a small town.

The air in the divine chamber reeks of vanilla incense and spite. The Goddess Morrigoth leans back on her obsidian throne, her fishnet clad legs crossed as she scrutinizes you with a look of pure disdain.
"What do you mean you think having multiple girlfriends is 'degenerate'?" she drawls, blowing a plume of smoke from her cigarette.

You clear your throat, standing your ground. "It's simple. I'm a one woman man. I don't do harems. And furthermore..." you snicker pointing to her outfit, "Why are you dressed like a slut? I thought you were supposed to be a big time goddess or something right? Did your husband really allow you out of the house looking like that?"

A vein pulses in her forehead as she slightly grits her teeth. Theres a palpable tension in the air. She glances at the stack of papers in her hands... Your entire life summary on paper for her viewing pleasure... She scoffs with contempt at you. "Ah. Now I see. You're one of THOSE types."

You smirk. "What type is that sugar-tits? The kind of dude that doesn't simp for BITCHES?" If you insult her, that might keep her on the defensive...

She responds smoothly "You're a long way from home and your cute little internet forum posting pepes and wojaks! Making threads about how to 'tradmaxx'... Posting gender war shit! Right wing propaganda? You make me sick!"

Fuck... She really does have your whole life in front of her... That ain't good... Still, you can't show weakness!
"HEY FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT GODDESS!"

Morrigoth takes a slow drag, her crimson eyes burning at you. Then, in a flash, she's in your face, her clawed grip wrenching your collar choking the life out of you as you struggle to breathe! "I could scatter your fucking atoms across the cosmos and have each one of them screaming in agony for as long as I want just as a practical joke! But no... I'm gonna give you your fucking Isekai dream, and I'm going to purposely fuck you up at every step of the way!"

You try to push her off, but she's way too strong!

"Guys like you think you're so fucking tough huh? Just wait till you fucking get in there, glass bones and paper skin won't even be the half of it once I'm done with you!" She spits to the side with venomous contempt. Her tone is low and menacing. And you're sure she has every intention of absolutely making your new life hell. She shoves you away. And sighs,

"But before I send you off. I gotta give you the obligatory overpowered cheat thing..." She grumbles and remarks softly, "It'd hardly be sporting of me if I didn't..."

<span class="mu-s">Basic Lore:</span>
The year is 4E 500. For nearly one thousand years, the world of Taerel has been ravaged by the kin’toni plague, a sickness that converts those inflicted into kin’toni, vampiric monsters seeking the blood of the zu’aan. Forget the power of technology, the world has been sent back to a new dark age. The tools used are stone, bronze and iron, as the means of advanced technology has been lost. Only the rusting remnants of a past age remain. The once-mighty cities of the Xenea Zu'aan Empire, the Ka'orn Kingdom and the other once-powerful nations now rot and rust away as overgrown ruins. The once grand hive cities, once home to millions are now only home to savage kin'toni clans and primitive zu'aan.

In the Awakening Age, the zu'aan was hunted, the kin'toni relentless, and the zu'aan had to form primitive tribes shunning all technology in order to survive. Even in the Twilight Age, these tribes were and still are always on the move to evade the much more numerous kin'toni clans, hungry for their blood and wishing to convert them to grow their numbers. In the Twilight Age, there were zu'aan who managed to form cities due to the cession of hunting by the kin'toni, who were busy with their own matters. These cities use high walls and their armies in order to keep the wandering clans of kin'toni away. Such cities still have to be wary of gaining too much attention from the kin'toni as otherwise they may be overwhelmed by a hungering horde.

The Xerea Empire still stands as remnants beyond the mountains of Qobvoudon, on the Aqidwyz landmass. Their capital, Kran-Xtar is built within the monumental hive city ruins of Xae'dehar. The Xerea empire's remnants still have some of the technology of their golden age, but even that is dwindling. In the darkness of the forgotten parts of Xae'dehar, there are kin'toni, waiting for the day to rise. They are only standing due to their walled cities and unity. The many warring kin'toni clans live in the wilderness and dominate the globe, their numbers legion. They adapt to the land around them, with biological mutations. They again are primitive, lacking the secrets of the Old World's technology.

Even in the Shattering of 4E 100-150, a time of great war and darkness, the wars happening due to a lack of resources due to the volcanic winter that blocked out the skies and cast the world into a pail of darkness and cold. Even the lack of food and the conflict did not destroy civilization, the zu'aan and kin'toni endured. But, this new and somewhat stable age is ending, a new ice age is coming with icy sheets from the North and South of Taerel, freezing all in its path. The ice age can not be stopped or delayed, the end will come in time. Groups may be able to delay the end, but they are only buying time. The ice will crush all under its freezing embrace. The glacial end is coming, will they survive?
https://taerel.com/w/Taerel_Worldbuilding_Wiki:New_Reader_Guide

The Fifth Thread of Fatale Albion!

<span class="mu-s">The Fatale Albion Thread Archive:</span>
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Fatale%20Albion

<span class="mu-s">Other Threads by Lumina Canima:</span>
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=meguca+royale

<span class="mu-s">INTRO</span> (Please do not skip this)

◕ Fatale Albion is a Spin-Off of Lumina Canima’s “Meguca Royale”, taking place in the U.K. York specifically at the moment. Two players are currently taking part in this game. They each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This Quest will have major spoilers for PMMM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want me to ruin it for you, watch it right now or else. If you still want to read and participate in this quest then I’ll have something to show you.


◕ In the previous thread our two relevant Puella Magi, Abigail and Stephanie, found out that there is a Witch in the school they are going to. Stephanie buried a couple of Familiars then fulfilled the Britbong's ultimate dream of almost killing a demon with a football kick. Abigail found the Labyrinth Entrance (on her first search as well, twisted luck). And Stephanie might get a free Grief Seed!

<span class="mu-s">OTHER STUFF</span>

>Can I also join in the suffering?

I’ve decided that I’m accepting new players for now. Just fill in this Contract Form and you’ll be all set.

Name: (The name of your character. Shameless Self-Insert or not)
Appearance: (The garish looks of your character. Clothing descriptions are also welcome.)
Quirks: (Personality traits, how they behave. Examples of how they act in specific situations are good. This space is vague intentionally, but remember: Simplicity is power and Brevity is the Soul of Wit.)
Wish: (The Wish that you made with your Incubator. Your magical ability and theme is influenced heavily by your Wish. Make sure to be careful, some wishes have unforeseen consequences.)