Here you are, like many times before, breaking a sweat in front of a grill — doing what you do best. That’s right, you’re cooking some burgers! The most special kind. A recipe of your own creation. One that surpasses every other single one.

But you can’t boast yet without every single one of your hobos’ approval! You’re nothing without them, and if they don’t enjoy it, there’s no reason to do this. That’s why you called Ruby and Suan De back to the apartment. One quick testing session before everyone arrives. Your teammates are stuck in traffic so there’s time to prepare everything for the party AND get those two’s consent for your nameless burger. Then Matilda will be next! You’ll show her the superior burger!

You’re not naming the burger based on the team (You don’t apologize to Bubbles.) It’s a placeholder. The name you came up with was rejected, and the hobos’ suggestion was so offensive that you won’t give it the dignity to list it here.

Regardless, your judges have arrived...

“I meant to arrive early, but I was delayed. My apologies.” Suan De bursts in like she’s about to do the most important assassination mission she ever had. “What’s the emergency?”

“Johnny, I’m here as well. Whatever you need us for, we are ready.” Ruby hurries inside.

“Good. I need your opinion on these.” You show off the incredible hamburgers your twisted mind has prepared.

“That’s the <span class="mu-i">emergency</span>…?” Suan De feels cheated.

“It’s a never-done-before special recipe.” You state. “I’m sure you two are going to love it, but I’m a little unsure. Help me out, please.”

“With the party looming, no wonder this felt so urgent.” Ruby gets you. “And of course. I’m a little full, but one bite isn’t going to be the end of the world.”

“It’s a hamburger. There’s no way you of all people could mess one up.” Suan De continues to feel cheated.

“Johnny is allowed to be a little self-conscious.” Ruby argues.

“He’s using this as an opportunity to brag.” Suan De crosses her arms.

“If so, that’s a good reason to give it a try. It’s gonna be delicious.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“Suit yourself…” Suan De agrees to do this after a sigh. She’s out of arguments.

“Thank you for playing along. We’re ready!” Ruby reinforces the Slob Dragon’s good behavior.

It’s time to show your effort in the best way possible! Bradford Jr. cheers you on!

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

>Hand feed the burger Ruby. She’s gonna find this adorable! She’s gonna have so much fun!
>Hand feed the burger Suan De. She won’t like that, but you’re sure it’ll make for a better experience.
>Don’t be a weirdo, let them enjoy the burgers normally.
>Write In.

<span class="mu-s">What’s the proper name of the burger?</span>

>Hubboburger.
>Melting Cheese (heart) burger.
>The Nautical Cheese Patty. (This prompt is going to fail.)
>Write In.

Pick Location
>Riverlands: Many hills between them are rivers many tribes and clans try to lay claim to this area as the rivers provide many benefits. Raids are commonplace.

>Fertile plains: Flat land as far as the eye can see. Rain is very common allowing crops to flourish. A great lake is at the center of the plains. Lack of materials and terrain make it hard to build structures.

>Rocky Mountains: Harsh steep environment filled with strong beasts. Very defensible locations but there is a lack of easy food.


Pick Race
>Human: Balanced and adaptable have no problems with affinity in most skills. Major diplomacy bonus with other neutral humans.

>Orc: Orcs live to fight; they raid for their most technology -5 to research rolls. One extra army action per turn.

>Troll: Ugly tuff beasts with strong regeneration. They fear fire as it stops their regeneration. They excel at charging tolls especially at bridges.

Pick Trait
>For the Clan: Your people's bond is deep betrayal never happens and corruption is very low. Deaths have less effect on moral as it's seen as sacrifice for the clan.

>Survivalists: Your people are great foragers and hunters increasing food production by how much territory they control. Also gain a free scout action per turn.

>Champion: Start with a champion bless by a god or with great skill.

>Write in


Your clan by default has 2 actions 1 for village and 1 for the army by default. Research is passive 1d20 for progress.

Mars. Shattered terraforming spikes encircle habitats half-buried in chlorate sands. A wan sun peaks through an skyline veiled behind drifting dust.

Your pilots stir, stretching pale limbs against the tug of centrifugal gravity. The mission briefing pulses in your mind like an imprint.

//INITIAL COMPANY OPTIONS:

> STRIKE LANCE. [+ ASSAULT/CAPTURE CONTRACTS].

> SALVAGE MANIPLE. [+ SALVAGE/EXPLORATION CONTRACTS].

> HOLY ORDER. [+ VENGEANCE CONTRACTS].

> FINAL VANGUARD. [+ CIVILIAN DEFENSE CONTRACTS].

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Welcome, everyone. I've been super busy with my inpatient rotations lately so I don't really have the time to render updates for SOLSTICE, but I wanted to try something much lower effort. VANGUARD quest is a simple, story-light multiplayer quest where players can customize their individual mechs and participate in shared missions. I welcome everyone to play, and apologize beforehand if my update schedule is irregular.

Celui m'aide à mettre la main deçu, je lui serai extremement reconnaissant et je serai pret à le preter mon aide en tout genre

>Now with intro theme music
https://youtu.be/r7AGlW-XxKk?si=UY8ixOnnFhCxgPpn

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

<span class="mu-i">This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...</span>

<span class="mu-i">Long ago, the kingdom was blessed by a <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span> handed down by the three great goddesses. It was a prosperous land of green forests, tall mountains, and many peaceful tribes of people.</span>

<span class="mu-i">But one day a terrible <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demon</span></span> was loosed upon the realm by the mysterious <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe</span>. He dwelt atop an enormous <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Black Tower</span></span>, and wherever its shadow fell was consumed by impenetrable darkness...</span>

<span class="mu-i">The <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe's</span> sacred duty was to protect the <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span> by guiding and defending the descendents of its chief inheritor. For their transgressions, the golden goddesses cursed them, and in their shame they repented.</span>

<span class="mu-i">One among their number rose to the challenge, and used <span class="mu-s">Shadow Magic</span> to pursue the <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demon</span></span> to the top of his tower. This noble samurai warrior, clad all in white, was known across the land as the <span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">Hero of Shadows</span></span>, but his legend was forgotten by all after a short time, with only the survivors of his tribe preserving his story in secret.</span>

<span class="mu-i">When the <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demon</span></span> was finally defeated by the <span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">Hero</span></span>, the <span class="mu-s">Seven Sages</span> combined their magic, and used a piece of the <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span> to topple his tower and seal him away in a <span class="mu-s">Horned Statue</span>. The <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe</span> hid it inside their sacred <span class="mu-s">Temple</span>, so that he might never again endanger the realm...</span>

<span class="mu-i">Many ages passed, and the land would be imperiled by many <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Monsters</span></span> and powerful <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demons</span></span> over time, yet always saved by other <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">Legendary Heroes</span></span> before all could be lost...</span>

<span class="mu-i">Eventually, a cruel and ruthless <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Warlord</span></span>, one of the three inheritors of the <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span>, would seek to claim the other pieces for himself in order to seize the kingdom. Summoning an army of monsters and mercenaries, he began a campaign of conquest across the land. Far from where his war bands gathered, his servants would wake the ancient <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Shadow Demon</span></span> from within the <span class="mu-s">Temple</span>, hoping to enlist his wicked powers. They would be interrupted by a young man from the <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe</span>, undertaking the <span class="mu-s">Rite of Passage</span> of his eighteenth birthday. Unable to stop them, this lone warrior would survive to see the <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Black Tower</span></span> looming high above the kingdom once more... And the tale of what followed after is its own <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">Legend</span></span>... It is <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">The Legend of Zuzo</span></span>...</span>

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

On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, <span class="mu-s">Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.</span>

The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed <span class="mu-r">your</span> best feathered friend-for-life and <span class="mu-g">your</span> shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> are <span class="mu-r">Zith-Zi</span>, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic…

…while <span class="mu-g">You</span> have gone by a few variations on the name <span class="mu-g">CZ</span> but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as <span class="mu-g">Carazzi Yosef</span>: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended <span class="mu-b">Pure and Empty Vessel</span> at long last.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. <span class="mu-r">You</span> came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...

…but in the process of procuring him, <span class="mu-g">you</span> punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested <span class="mu-g">you</span> in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.

(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)

(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)

(…It’s been a long few days, alright?)

Welcome back! Don't worry, you didn't miss a thread, I just completely failed to label the prior one correctly. That aside, last time: Mark worked his assignment at Wayne Manor and set off a domino chain that eventually led to the raid of Scarecrow's most recent Fear Toxin Laboratory, funded by Kal Quincy Late.
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"I was just checking in." You say, trying to stay casual. "He was one of the first calls I ever took and I promised to look out for him."

"You promised?" Caesar asks, he pauses for a moment before following up. "Did you promise my dad?"

"I did." You reply quietly, like your words could physically break the stillness in the air. "But uh... there is something worth celebrating still. We nabbed Scarecrow today."

"Woah." Caesar marvels.

"Did Batman help?" Isabelle chirps as she gnaws on a plain tortilla.

"Nope, GCPD did it ourselves... with SOME help."

"Who helped?" Caesar asks, he and his sister locked in on your story.

"The Quick Response Team, they're like SWAT basically. But uh... you know how it is. Can't really tell you anymore until the case moves along but, I feel good about it."

"Maybe we'll be out of here in time for me to go back to school." Caesar muses.

"Oh?" His mother laughs gently. "NOW you want to go to school?"

"Yeah..." Caesar grumbles, his eyes fixed on his plate as he shifts food around. "I gotta be like... responsible."

"Oh, mi dulce hijo." She coos.

"Mamá, para." He groans as his face goes a bit red.

"It's good you wanna go back to school, man." You say with a smile. "You interested in college at all?"

"If we could afford it." He shrugs. "Maybe."

"Hijo, that's an issue for me to worry about. Not you."

"There's options for that too." You bring up. "Scholarships, grants, and stuff."

Caesar shrugs again.

"Though I guess it depends on what you wanna do when you're older."

"I saw Caesar looking up stuff about the police." Isabelle happily blabs much to Caesar's chagrin.

"Izzy..." He groans. "It ain't like that, I dunno what I want to do. I just wanna help you out with Izzy." Caesar looks up to his mom who blinks away some misty eyes.

"You're so sweet, hijo. But we'll be okay, you have to focus on yourself too. Maybe you can do something with art? You're always drawing, right?"

"I could also work with Julian at the docks. He said they're always looking for people to help move crates."

"Julian. The same Julian who gave you bags of stolen oranges to sell?" His mother asks with a pointed voice.

"Mom I-"

"I don't like that boy." She says simply.

You are Bob Petter. Former genius delinquent student turned apocalyptic superhuman boytoy and stud to the deadliest VERY loosely defined women you could find. You admit you have uh...major issues when it comes to your taste in the opposite sex with a huge deathwish. Yet your big brain must also be sated, too. That is what hobbies are for...specifically SCIENCE! While everyone else struggles to survive, you have long concluded that such things are far beneath you. Better to live off deadly females and join the fun factions so you can focus on what you love most.

SEX and SCIENCE!

Who gives a fuck about the consequences? It's not like the world isn't already ruined and there isn't an ongoing apocalypse or anything. In fact, unlike most survivors, you arguably adapted to a disturbing degree and in doing so discovered your true self. To others, this is an end, but to you, it is a new beginning.

The only downside is that at times, you have to leave your comfy lab or bedroom. As for some stuff, you need to handle yourself, no matter how much you may want to delegate. After all, nobody else is gonna understand the needs and idiosyncrasies of a Hivemind abomination mountain of flesh with far too many heads and tentacles with an obsession with adding new heads to its collection and a strange interest in tentacles. That, for some reason, decided that rather than add your empty head to its collection, you would instead serve as a great see only intern to its glorious scientific abominable mind! At least the benefits are great, and you can finally get paid when your internship ends.

Plus your currently trying to avoid your adopted big sister, who may have sorta...be SUPER fucking pissed off at you for your activities. Hopefully, your fiancée will forgive you for dumping it on her, and she'll be able to handle it. You trust that mind-controlling witch to uphold her side of the deal. Just gotta consider what kind of gift you bring back for forgiveness...

Right now, it's honestly safer to be in the most dangerous part of a glowing city full of murderous machines, insane regenerating ghoul hordes on crack, and swarms of loose bioweapons that escaped containment. While the weather cannot make up its mind to settle on a radioactive blizzard, a hurricane, or some kind of anomaly like a gravitic firestorm. You are right in the very heart of it. Still safer than dealing with your big sister. Yes, she scares you that much. Also, yes, it's a major reason for your issues with women.

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We are back! Only a year after the first thread. I’m like that, sorrynotsorry.

You are Alyssa NicNivara, High Elven lady archmage of the seventh order, stuck in this strange backwards land called ‘Westeros’ with your sister Anya, a cleric of the Dawnfather, your druidess colleague Eva, and four mortal partymembers you scarcely know.

Where we left off, you and your party were demonstrating what duels of the mighty look like to these folk who do not know power; your duel with Anya involved you turning into a Sea Dragon and accidentally frightening many spectators, and then polymorphing into a 20-foot-tall-Sun Giant - which is when Lord Stark happened to walk in, at just the right moment to witness you beating your sister over the head with her own summoned Leskylor.


https://archiveofourown.org/works/62761627?view_full_work=true

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6182755/

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/westeros-elf-wizard-quest-archive.1213676/


>Just another day in the life.

Lord Stark stares up with the face of a man at a loss. Here you stand before him a Sun Giant, tall and stately as the immortal redwood, in the fullness of your might. Every instinct instilled by noble upbringing and many years among mortals shouts that you have made a grave blunder. This place is ignorant of real power, to say nothing of its stricter mores. But then, this is you, and the truth of an archmage; there should be no pretence of anything else among your guests. They will live.

“Sorry,” you reply with a shrug, using one of the few words of Westerosi you’ve so far picked up.

Anya looks up at you as she heals her injuries. “Do you have the spells for another bout?”

“Not too many. I think I’ll hold the rest in reserve.” You glance around the yard, at the many faces, the divots your dragon form dug in the muddy ground… as well as the section of roof where you stood moments ago and from which you took flight as a dragon. Well, what used to be the roof; two tons of sea dragon taking off from it mostly left behind a collection of loose tiles and timbers, thankfully without catching any spectators underneath in the process. “Perhaps we ought to take this outside the castle in the future.”

“Agreed.”

When after the next bout (another victory, this time using the dragon form while managing to suppress its Frightening Presence), you return to your normal form, the lord is gone. You’ll have to find him on the morrow; freshly-returned, he’s yet to hear of his foster-father Jon Arryn’s passing, and you have no way to communicate at the moment anyhow. Lord Stark’s children are also elsewhere.

Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. You're not here of your own volition, but you've grown used to your new life. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be.

Your job, frankly, sucks. You wake up, you spend hours upon hours studying fickle anomalies that could kill you at a moment's notice, you go to sleep, 30 GOTO 10. All so you can make money for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), the group who kidnapped you.

On the bright side, at least, you've been doing good at your job so far. You've been recently promoted for your hard work and you've been steadily earning more and more money from your research. At least you're making more money in one day than you did in a week during your last job.

It's cold comfort though. You can make all the money in the world but it doesn't change the fact you're stuck in the same ol' wringer. The same old rat race. Will you manage to make it out of here, you wonder, or will you die here? Left as nothing more than a rotten corpse in some random hallway in the facility.

Who's to say? All you can really do is to keep moving forward. One step at a time.

As for a recap of some notable things that happened recently?

You had an awkward, if friendly, reunion with your younger brother. He has gotten REALLY invested in religion and hey, if that helps him, you're not going to stop him.

You had another dream about the <span class="mu-r">Heart.</span> It's obsessed with you, but you still don't understand what it sees in you. Apparently it's also been pestering your brother and one of the corporate reps you work with, so who knows what its end game is?

You got a new anomaly called HARD TIMES but you don't know much about it still. All you know so far is that it REALLY loves to work and, hey, at least that's something you share in common with it.

You managed to resolve the situation Liz got herself involved with through some clever equipment usage and pure brute force. It feels nice to help people, you know? You even managed to help resolve a dispute she had with her friend Nicole.

Lastly, you subjected yourself to an incredibly painful shift by accepting five sponsorships that are going to make your job a nightmare. It'll make you a lot of money, yes, and it'll earn you a lot of respect with corpos. So the pain will be worth it, won't it?

That's your motto, Vince! You'll ENDURE at any cost! No matter how much your job sucks, no matter how much pain is inflicted on you, you'll keep moving. You are a flesh automaton and nothing, and you do mean NOTHING, will stop you from finishing your shift.

It's your obligation as a worker, after all!

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