You were just a regular peasant woman in a small village in the frontier. One night, you were snatched out of your bed, gagged and dragged into a cave. You thought some horrible monster was going to eat you, but instead a group of figures wearing black robes put you in the center of magic circle and chanted. You felt hypnotized and soon realized that they had done something to your mind. You woke up outside the village the next day and walked home. In your mind you knew that you gained the power to cast some dangerous dark magic! You can hear voices inside your head telling you to do things, horrible unspeakable deed...

New OP Edition

>PREVIOUS THREAD
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6253906/

>What is this?
"The Mystery Dungeons 2e" is a text-based role-playing game created to expand on the setting created by the spinoff series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. This has no story relation to the first quest, and is its own new story. Players still isekai themselves into the world and become Pokémon, going on adventures with their newfound guild mates! SFW ONLY

A deeper explanation of rules, related pages, and whatnot can be found here:
https://rentry.org/tmd2many_rules

>I'd like to participate!
This current arc is coming to a close. When that happens (and you’ll know when), we may have a spot for another foreigner to join the world of Pokémon…or even for a native to enter the stage and become Something More. Until Then…there are other ways to participate, about which you can learn and do here: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org

>Okay, now what?
After you've read up and familiarized yourself with the rules and setting, be sure to hop into the Element: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org. Everything that doesn't involve Main Quests occurs here and is helpful for coordination.

Character sheets and the guide to making them can be found here: https://rentry.org/tmd2many_characters

If you feel you might need help, feel free to ask!

Previous threads and summaries can be found here:
https://rentry.org/tmd2many_days

Our LIVE main adventures start on Tuesdays/Saturdays around 6:30PM CST in this thread! Usually.

Namefag as your character, with your item and level!
e.g. Sparks, Lv. 56 Pikachu
e.g. Sparks L.56 (Sneak Scarf/Team Shock)

You've died.

You can't quite remember how it happened, you remember screaming and the crunching noise of metal on metal. You remember feeling pain and scared for only a split second. The glitter of crushed glass beneath your collapsing body. And then... Then what?

<span class="mu-i">Then nothing.</span>

You die and then you wake up.

Cold silk. The soft drip of rain drops against large windows. The muffled, chaotic heartbeat of a grand estate in full movement, like a buzzing hive. People laughing all around you, you're surrounded by a crowd of men and women dressed in elegant clothes; talking to you, smiling to you, vying for your attention.

You flinch, and everything is wrong: the portrait on the wall, the candlelight, your dress... You know these details. You've seen them before... not in life, but in fiction.

So shocked, in fact, that you've dropped the glass of wine you'd been holding mere seconds before, and it breaks on impact, splashing the wide, long skirt of your dress with red like a blood stain. Everyone's attention is on you. And a handsome man with dark hair and dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform approaches, handkerchief in hand.

He talks, but your head's roaring, and can't really focus on what he says. You're panicking, you need to get out.

He tries to get you to stay still, and you pull away, choking, suffocating. You need to get out. You need to escape. Panic's got it's ice-cold grip around your throat, around your heart and you manage to pull away, but whoever this man is he seems to understand what's happening and instead of forcing you to stay he herds you out into a balcony overseeing a beautiful rose garden that surrounds the manor you're in.

There's no denying it anymore. You're in <span class="mu-s">Crimson Grace of the Rose Bride</span> a game you played back in... Back in the <span class="mu-i">before</span>.

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.

Memories of Earth (Sonny - Aftermath 1) https://youtu.be/XxIr_gXszgM

In the blue hour, in a field of gently swaying grass, an old man stood, listening quietly to the cicadas screaming for pussy. He smiled at the thought. Insects were very amusing creatures and it was their music which gave voice to heat and the evening.

A cool breeze blew and it felt good against his weathered face. The old man was not used to such a peaceful, tranquil atmosphere. For the moment, he felt as if he were... safe? Yes, safe. For the first time in a very, very long time.

He closed his eye. He could imagine being there, in his old hometown, walking through the streets and the places he grew up in. Another time, another place, like a memory adrift in a sea of grass and eternity and the sounds of an eternal American summer.

But this was all... A fabrication.

And actually, so was this entire scene.

Zoos, after all, are the built realization of man's favorite illusion: control over nature.

The old man's jaw clenched. He sighed a really deep and disappointed sigh out of simultaneous shame and frustration. Tilting his head upwards, he saw the shimmering of the light panels across the vast dome of the sky as it touched the earth. Under his feet, he could feel the subtle rumbling of hidden machines working tirelessly. Through his bones, weather generators blew colder than a moment they did before. None such detail would escape him, nothing ever did.

The inhabitants of the zoo could never comprehend the engineering and human imagination invested in this place, but it was the old man's awareness of these things which damned him. He was too old and too jaded, too far in his Fallen state to partake in the ignorant bliss as much as he could receive the Heavenly grace. Something old, dark, and chthonic gnawed at his heart which was treacherous and full of deceit and the taste was bitter, bitter.

He simply could not go home again. It was quite impossible.
Memories of clear skies had already faded away.

Gently shaking off the dust from his feet, the Arm of the City stepped into the cabin of his personal car and bade its return to the Seed known as White Sands. The engines shuddered as the shuttlecraft took off from the orbital station and burned through the night. His right hand man had given him an all-day pass to the Metazoo with only the best of intentions, but alas, alack, such a gift was wasted on the likes of him. He hadn't even seen a single stupid animal or Pokémon during his entire visit, what a fucking ripoff.

Even though he shouldn't, the old man was going to have some very harsh words with his friend when he came back home.

And on the planet of SUNROSE below, a completely different and totally unrelated story is taking place...

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Three knocks on your front door, exactly three-and-a-half seconds apart each. Your heart skips a beat. Your body tenses up from head-to-toe. Your breathing forgoes tempo and rhythm. A brief moment of the truest panic you have ever experienced.

Because you know, with absolute certainty, that they have found you.

>Foundational Choice: Origins

(A Foundational Choice is a choice that determines an aspect of the world. Foundational Choices will be used to shape locations and lore, determine who exactly the protagonist is and was, and decide the people they knew in the past, among other important things.)

>You are... an Escapee. Abducted and held in captivity by a shadow organization, you managed a miraculous escape. There's something abnormal about you that got their attention in the first place, and it seems they won't be forgetting you anytime soon. You're the anomaly, after all.

>You are... a Mage. Among the vast majority of humanity, only a small fraction of the population is aware that magic is very much real. Managed by underground groups, cults, and councils across the globe, you were once an upstanding member of one of them until you were blacklisted thanks to a messy disagreement. Maybe they've finally decided to put you down for good.

>You are... a Monster. Humanity fears darkness, and the unknowns that lurk within it. Amidst the shadows are creatures most believe only exist within fiction, and you are one of them. Though you hide behind the guise of a human, no disguise is perfect, and your pursuers are supernaturally persistent.

>You are... a Traveler. Not everyone in the world originates from the same dimension or timeline. You crossed the barrier between realities, following a motive dear to your heart. But your crossing created echoes, and someone or something heard them. You're not supposed to be here.

>You are... an Agent. Invisible to the public eye, various organizations fight to subdue the odd, abnormal, and supernatural. You were recruited after witnessing something you weren't intended to see and taught all you know. Everything was going swell until your final day of employment. You only realized someone had framed you when your partner tried shooting you in the back. You ran and ran and ran more, but it seems like your time and luck have finally run dry.

(Each of these choices branch out into further Foundational Choices.)
...

Welcome to They Found You, an urban fantasy quest about a protagonist who did not want to be found.

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

how do admins become admins?

Your name is <span class="mu-s">BrightReef Grover</span> and you are finally a <span class="mu-s">Science Scout</span>!

Among the youth of Swallia; public service is considered a great mark on a resume for a future career, and a great use of a young person's time. Before being mated or mature enough to engage in the workforce; it is a method to expend youthful energy towards something useful. But you wouldn't know much about that; you're more interested in the merit badges, the sash, and the cool stuff you get to do.

The Scouts are a direct subsidy of InterCon; the governing body of your independent planet. Swallia and its two moons are in an autonomous zone and are free from the predations and exploitations of other powers in space. This is guaranteed by your protector-in-all-but-name state; the Jaxtian led Hegemony. But once again, you don't really know much about that. You're just a kid, you're much more excited about summer vacation on the last day of school. You even get to meet the representative from the Eugenic & Science policy department of the Swall government. Cool!

Use your knowledge of Cartoons to steal the F-16.
What will you do after you've stolen it?