Plato needs you. Plato needs help. Everyone who reaches the end of the puzzle will receive 7 awards of King Caesar.

If the _______ were able to talk to each other, don't you think they would think that they give names to exactly what they see?

Everyone who solves the first riddle and writes the correct answer will receive the task personally. Only the most capable will reach the end. Plato needs your help.

Two decades past, a brave hero and his companions embarked on a quest to vanquish the dark lord and liberate the land.

Alas, they were defeated.

"Your fate will be worse than death," the dark lord taunted, casting you into his underground cell.

For years, you endured unspeakable torture and humiliation... until you were forgotten by everyone.

Today, you shatter your shackles and emerge back into the world.

Today, the defeated hero returns!

>[Your Name]

<span class="mu-r">There is everything. And there is YOU. There is YOU circling round it, the frame of the loom; there is YOU, piercing through it, the spine of the world; there is YOU, outside and in it, in it, in it, in it. YOU thrill at it and it thrills at YOU, in fear or love, in slavish devotion.

There is YOU. And there is everything</span>, dizzily<span class="mu-r"> spread before YOU, a tapestry without design or permission. A hideous wet crazy-quilt riddled with creatures</span>— people—<span class="mu-r"> riddled with people YOU can't see from this vantage, no matter the size of YOUr eyes. Only the lives snarled together. Only the ugly knots they leave. YOU could comb them all straight with the subtlest of—

YOU could but </span>you<span class="mu-r"> will not.</span> You<span class="mu-r"> will not. That would be no ending. There would be YOU and there would be nothing but YOU and wouldn't</span> you<span class="mu-r"> be lonely then? Wouldn't YOU be lonely? Weren't YOU lonely before? All coiled up with YOUr tail in your mouth. The void on all sides. They say YOU wept and made the oceans. That's the story told by those creatures who suck and siphon off of YOU. Told by those ticks, bellies red and fat, who burst in laughable fashion. That is the end for them.

The end for YOU is unthinkable. YOU are a loop, a spiral fixed to itself, self-consuming, self-sustaining, perfect. No terminus for YOU exists. No terminus for YOU can exist. YOU are a thing-in-itself and YOU are perfect and YOU cannot die. It is not permitted that YOU can die. It is not inscribed in the law. It is not written. It CANNOT be written.

YOU CANNOT DIE.</span>

You cannot die. You do not have the stomach for it. You see the people-creatures the sizes of grains of sand and see their long lives unfurling from them like ribbon and seethe with jealousy. Them, but not you. Always them but never you. <span class="mu-r">YOU</span> could unravel them but you can't, can't, won't. You have not been destroyed so much. But to be them and not you— to be anyone but you—

This is a possible thing. <span class="mu-r">Except the END, all things are possible.</span> You would not be shirking your post. You would be here, as you are, unchanged. You would only be visiting. Not anybody important. Mostly not-important. Nothing would be different, or changed adversely, or changed at all.

This is possible. This is probable. This is the way of things, and <span class="mu-r">YOU</span> are the only being who may declare otherwise. Don't worry: your story isn't done with.

But why not read another's for a little while?

...

(1/2)

Hello, my dear friend! Welcome to your life!

"Cool!, now I can be an awesome supernatural being in this world of darkness(TM)? I wanna be a vampire because I loved Bloodlines when I was younger."

No, no, no, my dear friend! Calm down! Yes, we all loved Bloodlines (now go reinstall it. You know the rules), but this world takes us to many paths. You see, in the end it's all in your capable, handsome and strong hands. You will be the one to decide your fate: This first part of your journey is just you and me in our human and weak skins. After that? Well... Something is going to happen and the doors are going to show your final path!

"But what if I die?"

There are only two paths for those who die here: A sad, sad Wraith or your body becomes the host of a Demon. And let me tell you: Both aren't good choices. So, please my dear friend, try not to die, okay?

"But... I like Wraith... And I never played Demon before..."

Then try to die when the choice is there for you! Now first things first: Let me talk about yourself a little bit.

Your name is Ryan Moore, around your 30s and a happy queer homosexual man! (or bisexual I don't how you kids define those labels these days) You had a nice life and even went to a decent university, thanks to your mother's saving. At least that she left you. You remember one night, around your pre-teen years seeing your father drunk saying "That selfish whore left us 'cause she couldn't 'delay anymore her higher callings'. What the hell is more important than me and you?!" You never knew her, only having a few pictures of her breastfeeding and holding you. She was probably around her mid 20s at the time.

But as the time went by, you realized getting a diploma after 2000s was an illusion and you couldn't find a job at your area of study. You ended up working remotely for a Tabloid located in Gary, Indiana. Your boss is a hardline italian woman, but gentle and well-educated under the skin. She even donates regularly to elemetary schools! As a bonus, she doesn't bug you so much into travelling regularly to Gary, but when she calls, you drop everything and go as fast as you can. It's not the best job, but she does everything according to the law: Regular pay, good benefits, provides you a laptop and fast internet to work... You don't even have courage to ask for a raise!

Entre enigmas e sombras que se entrelaçam,
No jogo de enigmas, tua luz desvendou.
Uma caixa vazia, meu coração guardava,
Nas entrelinhas do mistério, teu nome encontrou.

Teus passos, como pegadas na areia do enigma,
Desvendando segredos, dançando na penumbra.
Fui testemunha do brilho nos olhos, tua conquista,
Desvendaste o silêncio, como um verso que deslumbra.

Teu sorriso, chave que abriu portas escondidas,
Em cada enigma resolvido, meu o objeto se revelava.
Em teus gestos, ares de encanto e destemidas,
Caminhei contigo, na senda da confiança que se criava.

Nas linhas cifradas da vida, deciframos o destino,
Em tua presença, um novo objeto da caixa se desenha.
Não como rosas vermelhas, mas como um divino
Entrelaçar de destinos, como dança que se empenha.

Hoje, na trama dos enigmas, revelo em código binário,
Segredos que habitavam na caixa, em silêncio guardados.
Na linguagem dos zeros e uns, meu convite persiste,
Nas entrelinhas do binário, um desejo se revela.

01010000 01100101 01101110 01110011 01101111 00100000 01100101 01101101 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101 01110000 01100001 01110010 01110100 01101001 01101100 01101000 01100001 01110010 00100000 01100001 00100000 01101101 01101001 01101110 01101000 01100001 00100000 01110110 01101001 01100100 01100001 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101 00100000 01110110 01101111 01100011 11101010 00101110 00100000 01010110 01101111 01100011 11101010 00100000 01110001 01110101 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101110 01100001 01101101 01101111 01110010 01100001 01110010 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101 01101001 01100111 01101111 00111111

Welcome to /qst/ Risk, a series of long-term Risk games lasting more than several days.

The dice you put in the "options" box is:
dice+1d10000

In order to join, if there's any territory shaded in white, you can claim five tiles of that area (specify the region) by posting with your nation name, color, and naturally the area you want to start in. If there isn't any, some players may be nice enough to give you land or allocate a puppet state. If not, then you could wait until the next game (or when I kick out inactive players).

Tripcodes are required in this game. We will start when five people minimum have joined. Please remember that due to the nature of /qst/, mupdates will be much slower.

Please join 4chan's official Risk discord at https://discord.gg/3sFnmgPxM9 if you have any questions regarding games on here or other boards.

<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">IN A WORLD</span> ruled by ruthless corporations and full of decay and loneliness, where people turn to violence for entertainment, <span class="mu-s">ONE MAN</span> rose above the system to become the <span class="mu-s">NUMBER ONE ASSASSIN of the legendary the United Assassins Association</span> but then... He vanished. He's been a legend on his own since then, but his story has since faded into the underground...</span>

>Last thread:
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5758435
Now we all know gamers these days don't have much patience, so here's the tl;dr on the story so far:
You are <span class="mu-s">Lynn Lionhunt</span>, a 30-ish year old unemployed womanchild, and you've made a <span class="mu-s">terrible mistake.</span>
After a night of borderline alcohol poisoning you murdered a blinged up hobo by accident, who turned out to be the 10th ranked hitman.
And so you are now involved with the UAA, as one of their professional assassins.
The "handler" they gave you is a mysterious guy you only know as "Scott" since you are too afraid to ask his name.
You must keep rising up the ranks to become number 1.
You already killed #9, Candy Caine, at Destroy Mall after a bloody battle.
You also met Neil, an UAA producer who kinda looks like that No More Hero guy but is also just a fucking weirdo.
After sorting stuff in the city, you head to the desert to find #8, "36 Chambers".
You met some weirdos called Sand Eaters who just kill everything.
And now you are taking a call from "Scott" in the middle of a battlefield.

So now we can resume the panicked running!
"LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW, SORRY- <span class="mu-s">JESUS!</span>" You shout as an explosion goes off dangerously close to you.
The guy at the other side of the call does not seem to understand the gravity of the situation. "Heh, hey, sorry I'm watching the finale of The S*pranos. Really good show you sh-"
<span class="mu-s">"IT'S A FUCKING WARZONE HERE GET TO THE POINT-!"</span>
"Woah, watch that attitude, lady~"
Before you even consider responding, a barrage of bullets zoom by in front of you, barely missing you... In SLOW MOTION.
"The next assassin is known as "36 Chambers", his origins and his past are a mystery to everyone, but everybody knows him as the deadliest hands in the west... They also known him as-"
Another missile hits nearby, and you fall back, your phone slipping off your hands... You try to stand back up... And notice the screaming and the shooting has stopped.
You stand close to the town... A chill runs through your back...
>Head into town. Even though it gives you a bad feeling. You can fight your way out.
>Ask Scott what the fuck is going on, he may know more. Or not. Probably.
>Look around first to make sure it is truly safe to move. Sand Eaters may be here.

You are you, David Shawty is him. It's been a long 6 years, just like a long schlock of pukie dukie. He o so over encumberd, stuck like a toirtuse on its back of shell, from wearing a big diaper over his pants but it overflowed with the lucious juices of
David Shawty vomit shit mix leaking all out all over everywhere. You go to help him up but his vomit projectile bowel moves right all over you and you slip and fall.

You awaken blinded by the fluids of vigor. However fluids are still pouring all over your body like the niagra falls. Watery organic orgasmic waves of mystical wonder sounds enter your eardrums...

I'm the person who posted this >>5818271 in the /qtg/ thread.

In the ever flowing phlogiston there is a crystal sphere. That crystal sphere is called Väkispace, and inside it is the Vesi solar system. The third planet from that Sun is called Kalman. The surface of Kalman has vast, deep oceans and mountainous, rugged continents. On the side of the planet where day is just beginning to break, is an archipelago where a continent once was. An archipelago formed from a conflict that reshaped the entire world. The Dark Archipelago.

You awake several hundred miles to the west of that archipelago. Laying face down in the rough sand, you gradually come to your senses. It is dark, and water laps at your feet. You roll over and see stars overhead, and a moon partially covered in clouds. As your eyes adjust, you get a better sense of your surroundings. You are on a beach. The waves of the ocean gently push against you. Behind you are tall limestone cliffs, reflecting the pale moonlight. In the distance to your left, you see warm lights that you guess could be a town. To your left the cliffs continue and curve along the coastline until out of your view. You notice a dull pain on your left forearm, and a sticky wetness. Odd, considering it's your lower body that is wet while your upper body is dry. You move your forearm into the moonlight and read two words carved into your skin:

KILL HIM

A kaleidoscope of images flashes through your mind, driving sharp needles of pain behind your eyes. It finally coalesces into a single face. A man with scarlet hair as red as fresh blood, and eyes burning blue like a midday sky. The face smiles a broad grin, his perfect ivory white teeth contrasting with the caramel tan of his skin. The last thing you see before passing out is the glistening gold crown on his brow.

- - -

Welcome to Dungeons & Dragons: Dark Archipelago Quest! This is a quest based on a 5e homebrew setting of mine I've had rattling around in my skull for a while but never really put on paper. Let's start with character creation first!

Pick a race!
>Human
>Elf
>Dwarf
>Harengon
>Tabaxi
>Halfing
>Gnome
>Dragonborn
>Half-Human, Half-[Elf/Orc/Dwarf/etc]
>Orc
>Goblin
>Tiefling/Aasimar
>[Earth/Water/Fire/Air] Gensai
>[Other 5e race]

Pick a class! [Subclass will selected immediately after if required]
>Artificer
>Barbarian
>Bard
>Cleric
>Druid
>Fighter
>Monk
>Paladin
>Ranger
>Rogue
>Sorcerer
>Warlock
>Wizard