The continuing adventures of two degenerates under the great big Goddamn ball of fire.

Theme Song (Cheeseburger - Comin' Home) https://youtu.be/DzEHtTe0j3U

https://maps.app.goo.gl/VLjacer5JVNGXcEA7Hi, back when I lived in Spain I was condemned to go to this horrid high school in a trashy suburb. I suffered bullying and I had a horrible time, in great part thanks to the teachers and headmaster. I was not the only one.

I want to have a laugh at them so please, spam the reviews and images with random stuff. It'd be so funny and they absolutley deserve it. But most importantly I want no kids to chose this high school, the education is shit and the place is trashy and smels like marihuana. It's public so they won't do anything.

Have fun! xx

(it's been 4 years since I left Spain, I have nothing to lose <3)

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Love and Lightsabers, or L+L, is an otome game taking place in the High Republic era of the Star Wars setting. The main character is Princess Cady Omega, a novice Force-user who begins attending a Jedi Academy on the remote planet of Amantes.
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You are the Blood Angel. God sent you to the mortal realm with a mission. To lead a bunch of humans to their ultimate fate.

There are only about 8,124 humans in this planet. They are scattered in 2 big groups.

One is the Floggers. They enjoy a diet of Bone Marrow, Bats and Thornberries.

The other is the Prangs. They enjoy a diet of Goldfish, Anemones and Softbark.

Increasingly they are in conflict with each other.

The rest of the population are various monsters, amongst them Orcs, Goblins, Gnolls and a small tribe of advanced Ratmen. They vastly outnumber the humans, even the ratmen.

The main Flogger settlement is on a continental island.

To the north, there are Sand Pikachus. They eat Corn.

To the south there are Praying Mentos. They eat Coke, but unfortunately if they eat too much they die. They reproduce fast.

To the east there are the Orcs. The largest tribe is lead by Kukut-kom, the great Warchief.

To the west there are Bang Holstaurs. In place of hands, these holstaurs have Guns that shoot Bone Bullets. Their legs are hooved.

The main Prangs settlement is on an island. Twenty percent of them live there, the rest live in smaller islands and scattered all over the world. They are traders and enjoy drinking Grape Juice, but they do not possess the technology to produce it.

To the south there are the Grape Fields. In there the Grapists plant and harvest many types of Grapes.

To the north there are Fudders. These guys are lame, they are like goblins that ate too much shit and grew tall. The rest of the goblins call them fudders so everyone else started calling them that.

To the east there are Gnolls. They are led by matriarch Kakanov. She is ruthless and enjoys molesting little children.

To the west there is a Giant called Caleb. He doesn't eat anything, and his sweat is Bronze Diamonds. In twenty years he is going to die, according to prophecy, and his body will become a giant bat whose flesh never ends.

Between their lands there is a vast stretch of sea, and ocean called Mikakuak. In there many sahuagin have made their home.

Once every three hundred twenty six years an Angel descends into this world, but the mortals don't know about it.

There are also three demons living in this world, but you don't know their True Names, otherwise you could do magic to banish them.

Magic is very common in this world, but also very weak. People can do telepathy and divinations, but fireballs are beyond reach.

There is a Grand Orc Arch Wizard called Busky that can rain down fire from the sky but he is abnormal.

In this world, who will you side with?

> The Floggers
> The Prangs
> Write in

The electrical hum of the aged and wall-mounted TV hums in the background as your various brothers and sisters in arms walk the slop hall.

<span class="mu-i">"It's been 4 years now since the war in the Iraq has started, where American troops are still struggling to get a foothold in many areas of conflict,"</span> the male newscaster says.

<span class="mu-s">"Man.. turn that shit off!"</span> One of the soldiers scream in the background towards the general area of those seated around the TV.

You sigh and put a foot up on top of the empty chair in front of you. It's true, you've been deployed in this mess since the beginning, ain't shit has changed since the war started. Morale is horrible around here, the government is getting desperate, everyone stationed here in general is on edge.

You're Alex Crowley, just another low ranking cog in the machine. Your masters tell you to jump and you do it, don't bother asking why, you're conditioned enough by now to know it'll do nothing but get you on latrine duty or night guard. This place, no this whole fucking hellhole country you're stationed in is a dump. Between the paranoid rumors, constant firefights, and other fucked up shit you see on a daily basis, you'd almost consider yourself just as fed up as everyone else here. The only thing that's been pulling you through it all the entire time in this sandy, dirt filled hellhole is...

>You're extremely jaded. Maybe it's all the fucked up things you've seen or had to do, maybe you've always been this way.. either way, not a lot really makes its way under your skin.

>You secretly love it here. The blood scented air, constantly not knowing if today's the day you'll die, it's intoxicating. Nothing rejuvenates you more than knowing you put another enemy's family on funeral duty.

>Things back home are worse, not that you'd tell anybody here that. Things in your homeland are fucked beyond belief, you'd do anything, and you already have done it, to ensure you won't be going back any time soon.

>Other (write in)

You are 15 years old and a fresh at Jujutsu High.

Who are you, jujutsu sorcerer? And what is your cursed technique?

> (write in)

With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.

You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier 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 over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?

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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=HUT0uwSLQ3I


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

<span class="mu-i"> In times of old, there stood many a great kingdom or realm, their lines proud, their kings great, and their works were legendary. It was a time of greatness for all, from all classes and races, for it was a time when the yields were abundant, the cattle fat, and the weather favourable.

This changed, however. A creature with a heart pitch-black and eyes of darkness and despair that rise and shrink with hate. All despaired at his coming and the hordes and legions he brought with him. Crowns were broken, castles slighted, and the kings lay broken. Like a vile black hand, his reach seemed boundless; with his fiery red eyes, his gaze kept his subjects obedient, and from a dark tower, this lord of evil watched over his realm as the land fell into darkness and despair, with hope fading like a dying ember.

But embers can flare up, and like the phoenix, a new generation of heroes and their hosts of light broke the chains, shattered his armies to the winds and finally brought an end to his reign of terror. As the morrow broke once more, it was thus proclaimed that nevermore should his name be uttered, nevermore should his remains be seen, and nevermore should there be fear of his tyranny. And so, the people rejoiced in their newfound freedom, rebuilding their shattered world with hope and determination for a brighter future. His artefacts and symbols, buried deep beneath the sands and earth, were so well hidden that not even the most fanatical cultist would find anything.

And yet in that lies the danger; dead though he may be, there are still those who revere him as though he were a god-king upon this earth, and his ilk have a tendency not to stay dead… There are still whispers, mutterings and vague prophecies about his return, though none have come true as of my writing this tome…. His name was struck from the lists of both paper and mind, so one would never again say that name which struck deep grief into the hearts of all peoples…. I shall end this book with a warning: if he does return, do not try to fight him; run. Run to the nearest authorities and alert them; fighting him alone shall surely be your doom, even if he's weakened, but the worst thing you can do is to let him speak; his words shall gnaw in your mind, his arguments shall be so persuasive that you will drop your weapons, and he shall weave a web of deceit that will ensnare even the strongest of wills. Hearken unto him, no matter his guise and form, and before too long you shall find yourself in eternal servility. </span>

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Humanity has spread out into a massive sprawling empire throughout the galaxy. The edges of the sprawl remain poorly guarded and sparsely settled after all humanity throughout a thousand stars has always been alone save for their own creations which once waged war against them. This is no longer true now an unknown force has begun to attack sector 63 and other sectors and it is up to poorly supplied and desperate sailors to hold them back.


You are the Admiral of the naval fleet of sector 63 one of nearly a 100 rimward sectors on the edge of settled human space. The war has finally turned in humanity's favor the once unending horde of bird ships, who you now know are called the Argono have finally ebbed away. The war is not yet over for yourself; a large enemy fleet has formed and seems intent on finally ending your harassing attacks by striking your home port of Carth. In the last few weeks you've been striking the main body of the enemy fleet in an attempt to weaken the blow that will fall on your home.


Your fleet soon arrives at Cartha having finished your last ambush you should have at the current rate of enemy advance roughly a week before they arrive here. A significant minefield greets you at the jump point exit hundreds of the dangerous weapons scattered in a circle around the point. A signal from the fort which is visible from the jump point is the next thing to greet you, a friendly greeting from Colonel Roose who is legally in command while your gone. It also includes a request for a meeting at some point.

The defense of Cartha can be broken up into three distinct types: static defenses like the fort and mines, naval in the form of ships and torpedo boats operating out of the fort and finally the army which currently mans the fort and holds several positions on the planet. Which to visit first?

>The fleet
>The army
>Static defenses


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Darkness, to Ninety-Nine the absence of light mattered little to her, not when she could see fine regardless of the environment. A lot of time has passed since she was ordered to wait in the Hunting Grounds. Ninety-Nine’s tail held on to a thick branch as she hung upside down. She wondered why the chaplain took so long when he was never late for training.

“Bah… I’m so bored.”

Then it struck.

From the shadows, deep within the artificial jungle, a whisper of a bolt rang ever so softly. The bolt hit her chest, knocking her off the balance. Ninety-Nine’s hips twisted and her feet aimed for the floor first. The wet mud squelched underneath Ninety-Nine’s weight. Her tail lifted up and her eyes opened wide.

<span class="mu-i">Enemy, no… Battle-masters, that was a bolter.</span>

The vox intercom throughout the jungle crackled before it spoke.

“Your new test, Ninety-Nine. You have faced xenos of various size and hunting methods, now it’s time to face the most dangerous killers, astartes. Your goal is to engage in a mock battle and win.”

Her experience against her battle-masters were limited, with few engagements against traitors and in sparring. In a mock engagement? Not once. Ninety-Nine head tilted to the left, then to the right, she did not hear the familiar weighty footsteps of the battle-master’s armors.

>Ninety-Nine slinked into the shadows, waiting [low sneak roll]
>Ninety-Nine sought out her opponents under the shadows [med sneak roll]
>Write-in