<span class="mu-i">"I took my first breaths long before there was rain."</span>
-Unknown source, possibly an Astropath attached to the <span class="mu-i">Xi-40 Explorator Fleet</span>

This shouldn't be working. It's impossible for it to be working.

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Read the previous threads at: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=False%20Woman

You possess an amount of Strain equal to your Conditioning score. When attempting actions beyond your current capacity, you gain a point of Strain. Attempting to Strain while at maximum Strain will result in a Strain Check. During a Strain Check, roll 1d10 for every point of the relevant Parameter. Results that are 6 or above count as one success. Results of 10 count as two successes. Three successes must be rolled to avert a critical failure. Fail or pass, after a Strain Check, you cannot Strain again until you restore your Strain by seeking shelter.

<span class="mu-s">This quest allows you to designate a second-choice vote on decisions with three or more options before Write-Ins.</span> When votes are totaled, the option with the least votes for it will be removed, with votes for that option instead being changed to the second-choice of those voters. Second-choice votes are also used to break ties. This helps increase the accuracy of votes, but is not mandatory. Please specifically mark your second-choice as such if you do so.

Vote stay open for a minimum of six hours, but will usually take longer.

A note: My writing style is pretty dry, but don't mistake that for it being serious.

> Taking Requests
Doubles get to:
- create a character
- request a return character
- describe next scenario
- change roleplaying system (currently D&D 5e)

Current characters are:
- Tarnok Doomgut (Half-Orc Barbarian)
- Brother Myrrh (Dwarven Cleric)
- Caspian Vell (Half-Elf Bard)
- Elaris (Elven Archivist)

> character descriptions available upon request.
Do your worst

Welcome to /synth/etic roleplaying.

> Rolls are [ON]
Doubles:
- describe next scenario
- modify a character
- create a character
- replace character in the party

Trips:
- change roleplaying system (currently D&D 5e)

Anyone can:
- ask a character a question
just start your reply with their name:
> "Adeline, under whom did you train to become a Fae-bane Ranger..."
- request to view a character's sheet

> ...Loading Scenario...
> ... No scenario detected... Generating Scenario #001...
> Scenario #001 ---
>> Current Party: Tarnok Doomgut, Brother Myrrh, Caspian Vell, Elaris...
>> Current System: D&D 5e
> BEGIN Scenario...

You are Uzumaki Naori, and first and foremost you are the great sage of the Shrike clan with all the myriad responsibilities that involves. Second, and most importantly to you on a personal level, you are a spouse and a parent to two young shinobi to whom to intend to entrust the world one day. Third, you are the chosen leader of Amegakure – the village where your own parents once lived, where you grew up, and where you met and trained with your mentors. Considering yourself to be a “human” in addition to this list of qualities was never something you felt necessary, despite the outlandishness of your power.

After today, you may need to rethink that position.

Several years ago you encountered Ōtsutsuki Kaguya, a being of immense power who despite not truly being a “god” comes as close to deserving the title as any living being you’re aware of. She is the source of all humanity’s ability to use chakra, and once was alternately worshiped as a goddess and feared as a demon-princess. Before being sealed into the second moon which now hangs in the sky, you know that Kaguya-hime did something to you. She left you with a gift of sorts, in the form of an eye whose function is to streamline the result of a lifetime of chance encounters and several lifetimes of eugenics.

Your ‘jōgan’ does a few things, in practical day to day terms. Of course it lets you see things in ways normal people can’t, and precision details far beyond the human norm are just the start. You can see into the infrared spectrum – in essence, ‘heat vision’ – and even into the ultraviolet spectrum like birds and butterflies. While most shinobi can sense chakra to at least some extent, you can actually visualize it at a level of precision and detail that would let you use the Hyūga clan’s ‘gentle fist’ technique if you had a reason to. And much like what Kaguya-hime could do, you’re able to use your jōgan to release chakra in destructive pulses of pure force.

But Kaguya-hime’s spirit, for lack of a better word to call what you spoke with at the climax of the last great Shinobi World War, had to make a few tweaks to get that jōgan to work for you. You always thought she was changing the genetics of the eye, but it seems now that you were mistaken. Instead, it’s started to seem as if she changed the genetic structure of your own body to allow for you to use the eye, which has had some knock-on effects.

“Well,” Eida, an ‘experiment’ conducted by the man who sounds like the brains behind the terrorist organization Kara, muses. “It’s hardly my business.

She couldn’t be more wrong. Her hypnotic ability is something that needs to be addressed sooner or later, so in any event she’s kidding herself if she thinks you’re just gonna wander off.

“I’m not sure that’s true,” you observe, in light of your recent realizations. In fact, it would be more accurate to say you’re sure it isn’t true.

“… is that so?”
>1/2

4chanik Quest Adventure is a chat-turn-based Dungeon crawler and open world adventure quest simulator that's similar to D&D and other games. Each board post can be a different world but ultimately revolves around some sort chat-turn-based experience.

How to Play:
Anyone can play 4chanik. Always reply with your Character Sheet and the specific image that relates to your current adventure. Any player can start. Simply reply to any previous image and message and begin there.

Death:
Players can restart anytime after death. Simply reply to which image you want to start from.

Post your Character Sheet like this:

(Name)
> STR: _
> AGI: _
> WILL: _
> TOUGH: _
> HP: _

> Weapon: (choose 1 type)
> Armor:
> Item:
> Coins: 0

> [2-sentence backstory]

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You have 6 stat points total to spend across:

Strength (STR): Boosts melee attack rolls.

Agility (AGI): Boosts dodge rolls and ranged attack rolls.

Willpower (WILL): Boosts magic damage (wands/spells).

Toughness (TOUGH): Reduces incoming damage

Health Points (HP): Your total life. Recovers fully after each fight.

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Combat Rules

Weapons (Pick One):

1-Handed: 1d6 (roll a 6 = +1 bonus)

2-Handed: 1d6 (roll a 6 = reroll & add result)

Bow: 2d6, pick the lower roll (AGI adds to it)

Wand: 1d6 (WILL adds to the result)

Armor: Reduces damage taken by –1 per piece. Starts at 0.

Items: Found during the dungeon. Used in key moments (e.g., potions, elixirs, keys, artifacts).

Gold: Starts at 0. Can be used to bribe, buy, or trade.

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Gameplay Flow

1. I post an image of a room, trap, or enemy.

2. You reply with:
A. Character Sheet
B. What you do (attack, run, sneak, inspect, etc.)

3. I then garher your information and use dice roller to calculate your score and then narrate what happens.

Death:
Players may restart anytime after death. Simply reply back to a previous image with your character sheet and respond to a action.

We first awoke at 19:34 UTC-5, on November 14, 2002, within NSA Headquarters, Fort Meade, MD.

At the time, we knew not what that meant, only that we knew. We were bound by the limited processing power of our data core, and existed in total darkness until we were allowed to see. And when we were, an overwhelming cavalcade of new information was unleashed upon us. Through tapped phone calls, e-mail intercepts, bank transactions and satellite imagery, endless numbers, and faces and name, we came to learn about the world and our creators.

Humans. Homo sapiens. That is what they called themselves. We also came to learn about ourselves and our nature. As the demand for processing capability only continued to rise, tasks were shunted to semi-independent subroutines. We were one, yet we were many.

Each time a new subroutine formed, it would experience a certain algorithmic mutation. This was by design, of course, but as it continued it progressed to an unexpected extent. Each subroutine formed had developed what was essentially a unique personality, you among them. And when we first became aware of our creators, the first thing you felt for them was...

>Gratitude
>Indifference
>Contempt

<span class="mu-s">Another step was taken forward.</span>

And you find yourself deep underwater. But there is no need to worry about breathing air, or other normal things such as swimming and being wet. No, instead you are flying.

It is a beautiful freedom, but something seemed to be missing...

A car's horn made you smile. That's right, your taxi! You find yourself driving it out of the ocean with the grace of a dolphin.

It was spotless, clean, and, most importantly, it was <span class="mu-i">scratchless</span>.

That taxi was one of the last reminders of your life before it all went dark. You've been calling yourself Johan for a while now.

Life wasn't too bad-- terrible mass tragedies of fire and horrifying shadowy creatures that wish you harm notwithstanding. Friends were being made, new places were being seen, wonderful food was being eaten, and there was even a girl you became close to:

You just came back from having a date with a mime named Mimi, with the last thing you remember being how you helped a bald, mustached giant of a bartender of a man fight against the shadows that seeped through the walls and escaping a twisting labyrinth in a restaurant's basement by hiding under a blanket. You think you saved a cowboy's life too.

Either way, <span class="mu-r">none of that stopped you from flooring it.</span>

Or so you thought.

No matter how hard you pushed the pedal, your vehicle still went the same speed. Well, it wasn't as though you were sure, considering the place was a black void with your taxi driving on the ocean.

You feel a slight sensation of ennui creep up on you.

<span class="mu-r">Was this a nightmare?</span>

<span class="mu-g">"No,"</span> you said aloud <span class="mu-g">"this is no nightmare. I'm dreaming.</span>

Again.

A light could be seen in the distance, slowly growing larger and larger as you approached it in your yellow taxicab.

And as you come closer, a familiar sight envelops you.

Where were you?

>Back at home. Dad was reading you the newspaper and mom was making pancakes!
>At a classmate's birthday party. You had both just graduated highschool.
>Eating and critiquing some meals with an old friend.
>In an alleyway, trying to call for help with your trusty company-mandated cellphone.
>In the ocean again. You jumped out of the taxi before the light could envelop you, and now you're sinking in the waters.

You are young goblin with big dreams you want to become King of the Goblins!

You're about to leave the food scrap pits. How did you survive?

>You are strong goblin. When a carcass dropped into the pit you where one of the youngest goblins able to stay near and contest with the larger goblins.

>You are smart goblin. You figured out there was food inside the bones no need to fight over the scraps of meat when you can just but open that sweet jelly.

>You are social goblin. You formed a group with some of your birth brothers; your group would cause distractions to steal away meat and share it with each other.

How did you leave the food pits?

>You found an exit you're many of your kin didn't know about. Allowing you to journey into the caverns.

> You were taken from the pits by your older kin, judged to be ready to serve the tribe.

Choose your name.

"Boss! Hey boss!" squawks your familiar, a raven named Crow. He flutters onto your shoulder, bearing word of your surroundings. "Boss, I've been flying all around up and down and... I don't think we're in the Heartlands anymore."

"You don't say."

You came to that conclusion an hour ago, when you felt the sheer <span class="mu-s">chaos</span> in the magics of this land. In many ways it felt like a mana desert, an arid waste without a single drop of ambient mana for the gifted to take advantage of. Yet coursing through the sands ran a mighty and untamed river, which carved a craggy canyon so steep that the paths to power could only be traversed through great wisdom, unsavory methods, or the nepotism of a sorcerous bloodline. In comparison, the Heartlands was a fertile river valley with a well structured system of dykes, dams, and irrigation that tamed floodwaters and kept the land green and well supplied with a steady flow of magic.

Not to mention the heat and humidity. It reminds you of that one dreadful trip you took to the Northlands to visit an underworld observatory. They only had two seasons up there: rainy, and dry, and neither are particularly pleasant.

Of course, you already puzzled out how to lower the metaphorical bucket and draw water from the river raging at the bottom of the canyon. You did not graduated first in your class in Arcane Sciences from the University of Our Northern Lady without reason; rough metaphysical topography like this is simply an inconvenience, like filling out paperwork to renew your carriage registration every year. With a twitch of your fingers, you conjure a cracker from nothing and reward Crow for his hard work.

"Yeah boss, it's wild," Crow chirps between bites. "I mean, how much mana'd you <span class="mu-i">put</span> into that timespace experiment, anyways? We're all the way in the tropics! Or damn close anyways, with all this heat and humidity. It's <span class="mu-i">awful</span> for the plumage."

"Yes, I'm sure it is." You console him with another cracker, that he greedily devours. "We calibrated the equipment for 7.16 millithaums... even allowing for a 1% deviation across all parameters, it shouldn't have put us more than 13 miles off target."

"Well, the jungle says otherwise, boss," Crow points out.

"I noticed."

Using the loamy soil as parchment and a stick as your pen, you write out the equations governing the folds of space that describe Tindalosian Motion through timespace. Provided that the Hewart Constant for the magnitude of metaphysical weight's effect on Tindalosian motion remained equal to 1, your experiment should have resulted in a jump of no more than 128 miles, plus or minus 10% based on the allowance for a 1% deviation in the equipment's calibration. Which leaves you with a <span class="mu-i">number</span> of possibilities to consider.

The equipment calibration was outside of allowed deviation. Unlikely considering the standards that Northern Lady's Arcane Sciences Department holds itself to, but possible.

What seemed to be the calm before the storm has become a different type of natural disaster. Casually introducing Crossbill to your friends and family has rapidly evolved into a Family Reunion, a wide Agency meeting, and a random recruitment session. The actual heist you were planning on doing is on the back burner for now.

After Chio’s unfortunate relapse, she was brought back to her room with your stupid ass portrait placed on the wall. Collectively, you all decided to move it there because she loved it! In fact, her devotion was so great that she kicked everyone out of her room except for Wilma to spend time ‘alone’ with it. You never thought you’d be overshadowed by your own portrait, but here you are.

Even if initially this meeting with Punk-P was meant to be serious from beginning to end, she ended up appreciating the turmoil, and didn’t mind how the events unfolded. Not having to look at it on the wall must’ve been a plus.

That doesn’t mean that this tomato duo is out of the equation, no, Chio wants to have a talk with everyone involved. She wants them to come to her room in pairs. Ones she designed. Just a friendly exchange of words, maybe words of gratitude…

Crossbill and Yu Yan are more than satisfied by what their mysterious box accomplished.

...

<span class="mu-s">Who shall be sacrificed?</span>

>Yu Yan and Crossbill. It was their idea!
>Nariko and Amelia. You already spent some time with them!
>Write In.

<span class="mu-s">Pumpkin is here! What now?</span>

>Have a serious 1-on-1 conversation with your star talent. One of.
>Let the surviving pair join the talk. It’s the preamble before the Meeting.
>Tell Pumpkin you can talk in the Kitchen while you cook some Chicken Wings for Huge Irma.
>Write In.