9176705786 is her phone number

go crazy, no limits. she cheated on me so she deserves this. she also moved on a day later after we broke up.

With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?

You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.


Character sheets and other info:
https://controlc.com/46ec566d
https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQM
Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest
Help fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQM

Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):
>30 minute vote times
>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting
>Dice rolls are all best of first three correctly-rolled dice
>One dice roll per person per post unless three players have not yet rolled, and ten minutes has passed since your previous roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus)
>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 find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes as soon as possible.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tndKYpPz2RU


REVENGE OF THE BODY SNATCHERS

-Welcome to Slasherquest!-
Orchestrate horrors untold in the first movie of the "Slasherquest" boxset. Who will make it out alive, and in how many pieces?

In the sprawling woods of Darney County lie many creepy places. An abandoned bunker, a quiet old manor and even a decrepit cabin with a sordid history... and on this fateful weekend in June, a group of clueless fools are planning to throw an all-out, booze-heavy party in one of them.

(Choose your cast size!)
>Indie Flick (5 Victims)
>Mid-budget Slasher (8 Victims)
>Jam-packed Terror (12 Victims)
>Extra Long Credits (20 Victims)

You are a DRAKEHEAD SKELETAL CHARYBDIS - a person reincarnated as a monster in the fantasy world of ALTERORBIS.

You have wandered the lands, completing quests and fighting both mighty and weak foes, levelling up and evolving into a greater being.

In more detail, in the previous thread you:
>helped protect a bone scout expedition while they looted a fortress
>almost got betrayed by the same bone scouts afterwards but convinced them to uphold their end of the deal - granting you the ability to speak
>found a sacred spring in a forest and almost got killed by the local elf woman
>died to a swarm of undead bees and accepted a quest from the gods to kill a Marebito - another reincarnator - in exchange for less severe penalties from respawning
>got the reward for dealing with the Mad Wizard a while ago - an Epic armour from Arthur the Reaper's stash
>travelled through the Cursed Bog under the guidance of Arta - a woman addicted to local fruit that shortens the lifespan
>delivered the Witch's Hat that you found a while ago to Lily Arante - a witch living at the centre of the Bog
>learned about a scholar from the Riverlands that may know how to deal with the cheat skills of the Marebito you're meant to kill
>convinced the witch to join you in your travels in a couple weeks
>dealt with a Dead Eater ambush
>recovered some of your memories at a shrine and found the Ruined City of Luce
>killed the twin wyrms in the Dragon Cemetery, obtaining [Wyrmscale]
>negotiated with a village by the mountains to kill a roc terrorizing an area nearby
>died to said roc and faced the full penalties of resurrection
>travelled through the Mountains of Doom and found Sirens' Home
>killed a few sirens to complete the quest and found their artifact under a waterfall
>evolved into a Drakehead Skeletal Charybdis

Currently, you are in a cave in the mountains. Having just evolved, you have unlocked the ability to claim a NAME for yourself.

Previous threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Monster%20Reincarnation

Character info: https://files.catbox.moe/xbf2my.txt

Past Thread: >>6183798
Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Missval
General Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/5hFQZtc3
Character Sheet (Back to the good old days, for now): https://pastebin.com/xA4G6LMk
Twitter/X account for important announcements, contact and stuff: https://x.com/MissvalQM

Your name is Shelly Suzume. A member of the White Fang. You didn’t start out this way, and you certainly never expected to join them, but at least it’s temporary. Probably. Then again, you did receive an offer to lead one of its branches. The idea is… enticing, but it’s something you still need to think about, especially since that branch happens to be in one of the scummiest places imaginable.

Speaking of scum, you just witnessed one of the most… interesting meetings you’ve ever attended. You saw most of Kuchinashi’s underworld big shots with your own eyes. Then again, at this point, the entire city is the underworld. You probably left a good impression on them. Maybe.

Your boss, Taylor, just allied himself with the Black Sheep. That doesn’t exactly sit well with you, but, well… politics aren’t really your thing. Or at least, you haven’t had much reason to deal with them, yet. If you accept Taylor’s offer, that might change.

Oh! And also. You infiltrated a Black Sheep’s underground weird warehouse-gallery-tunnel thing. Nothing too bad here. Just a few bodies here and there. Poor souls, victims of… something.

And to top it all off with a golden brooch, you accidentally ran into (most likely) the two most dangerous people in all of Kuchinashi. Maybe even Mistral. Just skulking around, exploring the same warehouses as you.

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Hello, I need help. I've seen many STL file sites, but they're paid. I don't have the money to pay 15-20-30 or more for a one-time print. Does anyone have a site where I can download these paid STL files for free?

This world is burned, scorched to ash in the fire of a cataclysm so destructive that the destruction it wrought is layered into the creation stories of irradiated tribals huddled around campfires. Few are alive, alive in the biological sense that is, who are even aware of that once upon a time green paradise who's ashes blow in the rust flecked wind. The carcasses of ancient terraforming jut half buried from the shifting dunes of the Scorch like the exposed bones of ancient leviathans. The skeletal remains of the once thriving megacities are silent save for the howling wind and the bowls of mutants driven insane by the tumors crawling through the black matter of their brains. Scuttling machines, semi sentient and feral, prowl the wastes, following the synthetic instincts imprinted upon them in centuries past. Whispers of machine intelligences drift in the wind, carried on radio and electromagnetic waves that crackle and hiss in the radiation laced air, buzzing through jury rigged comm relays and sending a shiver down the spines of superstitious scrappers. Tech Nomads ply the endless deserts of the Salt Wastes, scouring any and everything for salvage to repair their precious Clan Walkers, shamanistic trinkets dangling from the metallic hides of multi legged walkers housing entire clans. Tech Hunters carve and raze and burn, slashing away the weakness of their flesh and grafting stolen metal to a chorus of barbaric chants while empty eyed slaves break their backs in mining pits that send rad-counters into screaming fits of despair.

This world is dead but yet somehow it still lives. The seas may have boiled away into brine sludge, the forests may have been reduced to endless plains of charcoal, the flora and fauna may have been warped and twisted into nightmare versions of evolutions original idea but the world still lives. Humanity still lives.

Humanity gave self immolation its best shot but somehow crawled through the inferno to emerge into the Wasteland blinking at a world that was forever, irreparably changed. This world is harsh. It is cruel. Every day a thousand stories are cut short in heaving, slashing melees, in desperate skirmishes in the bowels of forgotten manufactorums, in sickbeds that stink of clotted blood and filth. This world tests those who burned its hide raw and blotted out the very sun with ash of apocalyptic fire but every day there are those who pass the tests. Those who drag themselves from ruin and death and carve out a new story in the sands of the Wasteland.

Will you?

>Cont

>be me
>hear about the Gilbert Goons
>curious and find Tristan Billey's father's phone number publicly on his realtor website
>kek calls with the boys
>he fucking answers its really him
>turns out its his personal number
>he makes a threat confirming my suspicions that his son is 100% guilty of murder.
>hang up with the biggest rush
>wanna post a screenshot of the website so people can fuck with him for covering up a murder
>find out its completely legal because he posted it on a public forum anyways
>have fun boys

About half a year ago, the world changed forever.

Individuals worldwide began manifesting the qualities of various figures- gods, spirits, heroes, beasts, and monsters- from Greek mythos. The system that caused and continues to facilitate this phenomenon is shrouded in mystery, both in how it functions and why it began its activities when it did.

The protagonist of this tale is the incarnation of Atë, a minor goddess in the grand scheme of Greek mythology, who causes and presides over folly and ruin. She, formerly a miserable but ultimately normal office worker, has since accepted her role as the embodiment of her . She, along with her partner in crime, the incarnation of Pheme, titan of rumors and gossip, have been working to expand their influence and stack the deck in their favor against not only mortals, but also rival incarnations. In her own eyes, she is no longer human. Her ultimate goal– the elimination of all rival incarnations and, eventually, ascension to true godhood.

Having clawed her way back from the parallel plane stronger and more spiteful than ever, Atë finds herself (literally) of two minds, having split her consciousness in half in order to accomplish multiple tasks at once. One side of her, inhabiting her true body, finds herself waging war against the Penitent once again, too affected by the memories of her alternate self to focus properly without clearing her head. The other side attempts to dig up her own past, reopening old wounds in order to tap into the wrath pouring from her own bleeding soul.

>Past Threads
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Olympus+Incarnation+Quest
>Rentry masterlink, includes character sheets, shop information, inventory, and general information
https://rentry.org/olympus-quest-links
>Inquiries: [email protected]

Last time, you went to sleep. On your couch. For no reason. <span class="mu-i">No reason at all</span>…

It’s the 2nd of July, Sunday, you might have the day’s number mixed up, but you’re pretty sure it’s the end of the weekend. And what a weekend it was! You did so many things that it’s impossible to write them down without sounding like you’re bragging. So, you’re not going to try! Instead, you will wonder how you found yourself in your bed. You were on the couch. What happened? Was it all a dream? Of course, it wasn’t. But after falling asleep, someone must’ve moved you here and moved *someone else* from here. You’ll blame your Bestie for both. She’s nowhere to be found.

You step out of your room to find the Criminal back at the scene of the crime. Crossbill has made your couch home, legs crossed watching TV, with a cup of coffee in hand…

She notices you and tilts her head back. She smiles.

“Mornin’, Bestie. Breakfast is over there!” Crossbill points at the table and winks. Just toast and coffee for you. “We gotta start workin’ on our little heist as soon as we can.”

“I didn’t know Crossbills were early birds.” You raise an eyebrow as you make your way to the table.

“Aren’t all birds ‘early birds’?” Crossbill gets sassy.

“Not sure if a dodo was one.” You think Matilda would hate them.

“Those are extinct, Knockout. And for good reasons.” Crossbill deadpans.

“Good reasons? Evolution means that you thrive in your environment, not that you’re the superior species. A koala would probably thrive in this country, but that doesn’t make it *the* apex predator.” You point out. Unless it’s a Drop Bear, those are fierce!

“Johnny, we have animals taller than half of the buildings in this city. Koalas are screwed!” Crossbill argues.

“You don’t know that.” You act offended.

“I know that, Knockout, I led the Environmental Council in Congress. One escaped the zoo, and we got a presentation.” Crossbill crosses her arms, all smug.

“But they’re crafty animals!” You believe despite your Knowledge’s protests.

“Do you have any idea what a Koala is?” Crossbill is scared.

“Sorry, my sister is a Propaganda Machine for bears…” You blame Amelia.

“They’re not bears.” Crossbill corrects you.

“B-But they’re called <span class="mu-i">Koala Bears</span>!” You can’t believe this.

“Doesn’t make them bears.” Crossbill shakes her head.

“Even the murderous <span class="mu-i">Drop Bear</span>?” Your Knowledge forces you to shatter all your dreams.

“Those are a myth to scare tourists, Knockout. There are no killer koalas.” Crossbill continues shaking her head.

“Damn, this is some heavy stuff…” You munch your toast as you live in a new reality, one where the only way the Drop Bear exists is as an entity.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Crossbill continues shaking her head. “Wait, you have a sister? I forgot you mentioned her.”

“A *liar* sister.” You correct.

“Sure she is.” Crossbill will hate her too. What a bestie! “Ready for the first step?”