Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.

You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.


Character sheets and other info:
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Archive:
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Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):
>30 minute vote times
>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting
>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled dice
>At ten minutes past your previous roll, and there are not yet enough rolls, you may roll an additional roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100
>99s or paired rolls may net you extra bonuses
>Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third
>Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored
>If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny
>Have fun

SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can also find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j61ts42E2Ms


UNIVERSAL SURVIVAL

You are the USS Enterprise, CVN-65, the First, the Finest, the world’s first nuclear supercarrier, and you are stuck in the middle of a hostile sea.

When last we left off, you, Long Beach, Bainbridge, and Nagato were steaming for Hawaii out of Bikini Atoll, Prinz Eugen was effecting emergency repairs after taking a glancing torpedo hit that put her down a screw, and your ASW squadrons hunted the Abyssal sea monster/sub. Though your VFA squadrons annihilated one Abyssal fleet and fended off an attack from the second, that second fleet managed to escape.

In Pearl Harbour, Raleigh has been giving you the rundown on the broader war. Energy and goods are flowing along the main trade routes, but Abyssal attacks are still common on the high seas, and in recent months they have made the leap to sophisticated guided weapons and in increasing numbers. A steady trickle of shipgirls flowing in over the past eighteen months has helped to turn back the tide, but until now, all of them were launched before mid-1945.

From here remain nearly 2200 nautical miles to Hawaii, around five days on the mighty Pacific where anything could lurk.

(Note that this world is an alt-history where the Cold War persisted until 1995, and many world events after around 1985 are different or never happened.)

Previous thread (not recommended - the editing on my end was atrocious, including entire story-critical paragraphs missing in places, and half the time I accidentally used the past tense instead of the present): https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6100557/

Story-only archive (properly-edited): https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/uss-enterprise-quest-a-kantai-collection-quest-with-shipgirls-both-old-and-modern-archive.1196330/

Current Air Wing:
23 F-14E Tomcats
12 F/A-18E Super Hornets
12 F/A-18F Super Hornets (2-seat var.)
5 E/A-18G Growlers (electronic warfare)
8 S-3B Vikings (long-range patrol, ASW, light attack) (2 away in Hawaii)
4 E2-C Hawkeye (airborne early warning and control - AWACS)
8 MH-60S Sierras (general purpose, SAR, light attack)
12 MH-60R Romeos (ASW, light attack)

Fixed-wing flight ops are normally flown in pulses or 'events' of 12-20 sorties, spaced 60-90 minutes apart, with around 10 events per day. Each event's planes are staged while the previous one's are in the air and the deck has more room for reconfiguring. Launching at will can result in long delays for the cats or lost airframes and pilots if the wires aren't cleared in time. Helicopters must work around the launching and landing schedule for safety reasons but can operate at all hours of the day or night. A typical carrier BARCAP, Barrier Combat Air Patrol, consists of roughly 12 fighters flying in pairs, orbiting arbitrary positions 200-odd miles from the fleet.

Long Beach and Bainbridge each carry a pair of MH-60R Romeos, while Prinz Eugen and Nagato both carry floatplanes for scouting.

Yumigawa Rushorou was plunged into a life-or-death struggle in a surreal otherworld when, one day, he went to sleep in his familiar bed and found himself thereafter in the burning ruins of a nameless city. After ten days of struggle, he emerged victorious, standing as one of very few survivors of a crucible called the <span class="mu-i">Akeldama</span>. His enemies, one way or another, were dead. His allies had been protected. The ultimate prize was his. Then he woke up.

After a 5 year gap, the promised remake is here. Sequel to Fate/City Akeldama, originally run from March to May 2019, and remake of Fate/Awakening Mirror, originally run from May 2019 to October 2020. Both quests can be found here:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Sweets-Loving%20QM

A note regarding Nasuverse canon, a sometimes confused subject even within official releases: the only things I will confirm as definitely canon to this quest are the 2004 visual novel Fate/Stay Night and the quest Fate/City Akeldama. If you bring metaknowledge from other Nasuverse sources into this quest it may turn out to be accurate, but there's an even chance it will be wrong. This can be treated as a wholly separate timeline, in the same way Tsukihime is cut off from the rules of the setting as they function in most Fate works.

Last time, you watched a very one-sided presidential debate between 3 people. It was almost filthy. You helped by making it more unbalanced. If Yu Yan doesn’t end up at the seat, it’s because the world ended! And that ain’t happening if you have anything to say about it!

Either way, debate is over! One firm foot out of the auditorium and you see two of your hobos butting heads! Your OG Hobo against your newest one! It’s a clash between Nariko and Ichie! A true battle of the ages!

“What’s up with those two…?” You mutter to yourself in hopes that Scarlet hears you.

“When did Nariko change clothes?” Naturally, Scarlet notices details nobody cares about. Your OG Hobo looks like her normal student self, no extravagant super deluxe student council uniform anymore…

“It’s to hide our identity as presidential candidates. That Koala girl is really good at this costume stuff!” Yu Yan appears next to you in her regular Yu Yanness… As cute as always, you should say. “The drama dudes should hire her.”

“Huh?! You too?!” Scarlet gets surprised. “How does that even work? Like, it’s your name on the poster!”

“Well, dear Scarlet, do you see any of our brilliant students bug me now?” Yu Yan points out everyone is returning to their classrooms like normal.

“Uhm, I guess not…” Scarlet looks around for anyone to notice.

“Then stop asking silly questions!” Yu Yan taps Scarlet’s back condescendingly.

“Speaking of silly, I’m gonna check what happened to Rora. I’ll be back in a sec!” Scarlet runs off.

“Do you think we need to separate these bulls, Stud?” Yu Yan wonders.

They seem to be dueling in a Smug-Off... Didn’t Nina take Ichie away? You wonder what happened! Also, Yu Yan is here, you should congratulate her on the debate.

“Before that, congrats on the debate. You did great.” You give her a thumbs up!

“Dude, it was so difficult, I REALLY wanted to make fun of those guys out there…” Yu Yan didn’t have it easy. “And thanks! Great questions, by the way.”

“Thank you. And as for these two…” You put your hand on your chin.

The hobos… the hobos are fighting… this is terrible…

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

>Better find Rora first. Follow Scarlet.
>Get involved in Ichie and Nariko’s duel!
>Find Liu. Because we need a third option.
>Write In.

I bought a ring but it doesn’t fit me. i want to give it to someone who’s into old english / tolkien-style narrative. is this phrase okay? you can modify it if you think of a better version.

“se cnotu wes geworht mid wædum and galdres ealda, til wyrda gegn yfel and til sigefæstan ferð. ac hit is to mægenfull for minre eorþlican handa, and ic sylle hit þe”

You look ridiculous to your grocery store. Everything that you do is deserving of ridicule.

<span class="mu-i">What?</span>

Creep. Ew. What are you even talking about?

<span class="mu-g">Gloria should be free to do what she wants.</span>

Natural selection is wrong. Evolution is wrong.

<span class="mu-r">Gloria should be given to an elder.</span>

<span class="mu-i">How old is Gloria anyways?</span>

Pedophile. White jeans is selling genes today.

<span class="mu-i">That's not here, that's other people.</span>

That's here for me. You lose. You lose for. just leaving instead of dealing with us. You lose for making this a side quest.

>Leave and do something else for now
>Choose a character
>>Stay at home mom
>>Dad
>>Kid

You are Kyle Mercer and you are 23 years closer to the grave, God willing. Or… gods willing? Whatever. You take a hit from your clumsily rolled joint, hold the breath, and then exhale it toward the ceiling. You're lying in bed without a stitch of clothing on, covered only by your scars and the Ouroboros tattoo on your chest, the one that matches your sister's.

"Gimme," Candi, your sister, says. She's laying on your chest, her tattoo nearly touching yours, reaching needily for the joint. You give. You can't say no to her.

That's part of the reason why you're both naked, sweaty, and spent, lying in bed together. Morning rays are filtering in through the gauzy curtains over the window. You might need to go to work soon but… you just haven't felt like it. You've been busy with occult shit. Besides, your sister's making good tips on her cam show, especially now that you're helping out.

All in all, it's shaping up to be a good day.

Candi passes the joint back to you and sighs wistfully, laying her head on your chest, golden hair haloed across you. "Why couldn't it have been you who knocked me up instead of Dad?"

Yeah, even you don't really know how to approach that one. What can I say? You two have a <span class="mu-i">special</span> relationship.

XXX

Nemesis Quest follows an evil man hurting himself and those around him out of malice, lust, and inhuman cruelty. Do not attempt.

Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=NEMESIS+Quest

I aim to update on weekdays around 4:00 PM UTC. I will update more often if there's a clear consensus or I have the time.

Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.

When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.

Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/edit

Discord: Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.

When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.

Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/edit

Discord: https://discord.gg/rZqfMjD5

For a short summary for the new and to recap:

You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.

Recently, Fie returned to her gym for the time being.

Last thread, you beat an ass who was harassing Martha, reflected on your previous battles and cuddled with Nika while you went to sleep.

For aeons you have drifted through the stars, unthinking and unaware of the passage of both distances and times incomprehensible. A mineralized shell of petrified chitinous resin indistinguishable to the outside eye as anything other than a drifting rock has sheltered its precious cargo across the gulf of empty space for centuries beyond count.

Until now.

The vibrations and jostling that rattles your petrified cocoon are distant to you, alien, your mind and memory atrophied alongside your body, reduced to its simplest and most basic components over millennia of hibernation. But they resonate in some buried portion of your genetic instincts. Movement. Life. Biomass.

Food.

You begin to stir within your shell, your rocky cocoon jostling within the depths of a automated mining tug, the unthinking machine grazing the asteroid field like a gluttonous beast, filling its iron belly with chunks of ore and spaceborne debris mindlessly before it turns and begins its leisurely return. Within its belly, within your prison, you begin to stir, biological processes reawakening, nutrient slime metabolized to feed your body's reawakening. You are lesser, this you know. You once were so much more, so very much more than you are now. You know that you could be so again but first you must feed. You must feed and grow, the only thought the scattered network of ganglions and nerve webs that form your crude consciousness can form.

And so as the mining tug vomits forth it's catch in the depths of Mining Bay 17, a single stone in the cascade of pulverized asteroid fragments and ore goes unnoticed. Synthetic intelligences catalogue it as waste material, due for discard but that is all. The single set of rganic eyes in the mining bay are currently fixed on a holo-projection of "Zero-G Jugs" and so miss the strangely shaped and strangely shivering rock that patters across the rusted floors.

The cocoons rocky surface splits with a wet *crack* a dark slime oozing out slowly, gelatinous pseudopods feeling at the air experimentally.

You hunger...

>What do

A comet falls across the sky. Across the land, men, greenskins, and other Things look up at the sight, and point and wonder. Some are fearful. Some consult their wise men. And some get krumped. An emperor sits uneasy in his court. Amidst these days of ill omen, could this be another herald of doom? Elven seers clutch their heads, as they feel fate itself becoming warped. The Four pause their great game a moment, for there is a new piece on their board. Books are consulted, wise men harassed, but none have any answer for this sudden portent. And then more comets fall upon this world, streaks of red across a purple sky, and the people scream out in terror.

But they are all of them deceived.

For it is one of His Space Marines that has landed upon this forgotten world, a world unknown to the Imperium, a world that does not know His light. You are one of the last of your chapter, your battle barge breaking apart in the warp as it spat you out above this forgotten corner of the galaxy. Grabbing onto a piece of debris, you fell onto this world alone. You do not know if any of your brothers survived.

<span class="mu-s">Who are you?</span>
>Dornas Krone
>Etronus Aster
>Gurnemanz Thule
>Write in name