"They're annoying me right now"

Fraternity, What!?

Ayyy, I've been anointed before any goddam approval.

Max-Tac. Within the ruthless, blood thirsty ranks of men that have surrendered their humanity for military power in order to put down insane cyborgs little different than themselves. Were to be found specialists. Those that had moved beyond the threshold of humanity and become fully machine, or far worse.

You are Lt. Walker. Head of Night City's C-SWAT Task Force Extreme Contingency Unit. Code Name "Demon Slayers." Assigned to deal with full body borgs gone cyber psycho, Weapons of Mass Destruction, and paramilitary uprisings within Night City.

You are a twice fully converted borg unit. Only your skull, spinal column, esophageal track, and genitalia remain of your original body. These systems have been heavily modified once for placement within a Dragoon Borg body during (Classified) conflict in (Classified) through usage of a specialized frame of (Classified) manufacturer. Your present body is a "gifted" bio engineered rehabilitation "frame" cloned from your original genetic samples and (Classified) enhanced tissue samples. For all intents and purposes you look like an ordinary man when out of uniform. You feel like an ordinary man... feel FeEl FEEEEEELllleeeeesssssssss... an ordinary man. You are armed with unique biological armaments and enhancements. And, along with your task force duties you are obligated by contract to report (FEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDD) on any resulting symptoms and unique physiological experiences. Two unique bio ripper units are in your hands and arms. And, your tongue can form a unique, blue "whip" like proboscis weapon. Your nerve enhancements sometimes cause illusions of temporal perception or precognition. Ignore the sense of déjà vu. This is merely biological feedback forming a sort of intuition (INtuItIoNnnnnn).

You wake up with a start to the blaring sound of a notification coming in through a priority channel. It's Rex. your unit Sergent and immediate subordinate. He's a fully converted Borg, Heavy Weapons Specialist, and former comrade in arms that served with you in places you'd prefer not to remember and aren't allowed to tell anyone, ever. You answer him.

"Boss, we've got a live one. Three Militech love children gone full psycho in an upscale joint in a shit hole part of town. Called the Golden Cafe. Our ETA to pick you up is a minute twenty, unless you want to meet us there... in that "way" that you do."

>"Fuck you Rex, don't discuss classified technology even over a secured line. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

>"I'll meet you there." Hang up on him without another word and proceed to the call location through your special way.

>Tell him to come get you and hang up.

>Tell him to handle the situation without you and that you'll meet him later after clean up.

Let´s supose something.

We´re on the Marvel Universe. During the 60´s. NATO and the Soviet Union are playing their Chess game to see who of them make their political model and philosophy conquers the world.

Suddenly, behind the Berlin Wall, arround the Soviet Dominated domains of Eastern Europe. Surges a country known as:

LATVERIA.

A nation that got independent from the Soviet Union out of the Blue, and aparently is from the Green Cloak wearing and Amor Claded maniac that fights the Fantastic Four on an allmost regular basis.

He alone, with no aparent aid of a Rich Third Position Country the likes of Argentina, India, Saudi Arabia, and etc. With technologies that hasn´t have a trace back to any of the world strongest weapon distributors in the world, just grabbed a little peice of territory from the Soviet Union, and not only has been capable of defending itself from the raids to reclaim it, but also growing wider and wider like a cancer.

But here is the kicker. This "Doctor Doom" Character declares he isn´t on the NATO side neither, just... "Taking what is rightfully his"

What does happens from here on out? What should be the next step from the United States, or Britain, France or Turkey on the Blue side, and of the Soviets from the Red side?

What should do Doom? Make a world wide transmission declaring his intentions of just wanting to rule Latveria like a peacefull king, so long neither the Americans or the Russians doesn´t fuck with him? Or TV broadcast is below Doom?

And most importantly... How does History changes from now on?

The Vietnam War would change, meaning the Soldiers (like Frank Castle) are left behind since Latveria had become a bigger threat?

Will the Berlin Wall get destroyed at all? or... the dreaded Iron Curtain should remain to contain Doom?

This things and more.... is what we should discuss.

So recently, about yesterday I had a random thought about a music piece that I heard of a while ago, I wanted to hear it again but it wasnt in my history or any of my playlists, I tried anything I had in mind to find it but I simply couldn't but I know things that could hint on how to find it, so il just get to the point : the song revolves around the retro internet or how the internet felt as a teenager in that era, the song spoke a bit about Roblox, and their friends that they talked to on skype, the character represented in the video is a white anthropomorphic wolf?? cat I think? but they had a bunch of rainbow features and stuff. but it was a pretty catchy piece of music, and im pretty sure by the end of the video it showed a plushy of the character ( the character mentioned previously )

300 years ago, the legendary Agnika Kaieru saved all of humanity, but her sacrifices bore no glory or treasures beyond her own name. Her comrades rising to great prominence while the hero who united them was locked away, forever held at gunpoint until only the Seven Stars remained.

It has been this way for these centuries that passed, all you have known, Zucouz Kaieru, was the Gilded cage that surrounded you and your family...your servants, your guards, all sworn to secrecy or elsewise total spies against you. Paranoia filled your father's mind as he believed he too would never see the sky, or starlight, or anything besides this underground prison of a home.

You watched him wither away, and this bore an seed of ve glance in your heart, by all rights Gjallarhorn should be yours, it should be just, it should be...not this...

[Decide your Personality]
> Kind: Ever the knight, you were soft of heart and gentle to everyone you met. Winning hearts of those who served with your humility despite the legacy on your shoulders and circumstances.

>Mischievous: Yo dealt with issues via humor and joking, bringing a smile to all despite it being at the cost of yourself at times. Still, your heart was always in the right place.

>Hard: Your anger and righteous fury filled everything you did. To be the strongest, to go the furthest, to climb the highest, you became strong of mind and body for the day you could spring your own escape...

No c alchile aganle una broma a estos weyes no se quienes sean pero mis compas me dijeron

Your name is John, your parents were both famous adventurers in their day. They raided the dungeons of the dark wizard Grayzag, got arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct in at least four separate taverns (maybe more but they got too drunk to remember), fought pirates and got fooled by mimics MANY times. Your dad, a Wizard/Fighter multiclass, and your mother, a Sorceress/Bard multiclass have returned to adventuring now that you're out of the house.

Why are you out of the house? Well you just finished your training under an experienced adventurer, white haired, beautiful, famous, but stern and commanding, a famous hero in her own right, and being her pupil is a real stroke of luck.

>In the course of living with your parents you've developed a unique trait, pick ANY one Feat from the available list, or suggest a home-brew one.

>https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/

In addition, to complete your training, your mentor had you complete ten minor quests, everything from killing four skeletons that were haunting a grave to beating an orc in a fistfight (he'd been getting drunk repeatedly in a nearby tavern and scaring people, nice guy besides that, apologised in his cell). You've saved a girl from a kidnapper and his pair of knife wielding thugs, hunted a boar for your dad (technically counts as a quest! He signed off on it and everything!), protected a trade cart from goblins, freed a bridge from bandits, helped a frightened wizard get his magic beads out of the guts of a constrictor snake, killed a trio of hungry giant frogs which had been lurking near a halfling village, caught and beat a warlock who'd been murdering his enemies at night (eldritch blast HURTS) and stopped a cultist swordsman, Daemon Darkblade from stealing a dragon egg. He escaped, but only just, swearing revenge.

For each of these quests your mentor made sure you received a signed contract, with your name, the employer's, and hers, sealed by the two of you as well, to ensure you would have plenty of documentation to prove your identity and skills as an adventurer in person, as well as prove that you were her student. You avoided using your true family name, as you wish to build fame, if any, on your own merits.

>What name did you sign?

>What name did your mentor sign?

>You earn 1000 Experience from your victories!

Your mentor taught you the basics of your class before even your first quest, and ran you through training for weeks between each of them, reviewing what you'd learned, keeping you humble, and preventing you from making future mistakes. She accompanied you to a degree on each quest, but left the talking and the violence to you. You were there to show you'd learned how to be an independent adventurer, and you did.
But what mold did you fall into in the end?

>Level 3 Fighter
>Level 3 Wizard
>Level 3 Rogue
>Level 3 Ranger
>Level 3 Multiclass (what?)

>Pick your class and Archetype (if any)

>All your ability scores are 14, pick 4 proficiency

https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/

The world is young, and your people are weary from the long journey.
For seasons you have wandered across hills and forests, following the promise of a better land. Hunger gnawed at you in winter, storms scattered your fires, and the shadow of raiders always trailed behind.

Now, at last, you have come upon it a wide valley ringed by gentle hills, where a river winds like a silver thread through fields of grass. The soil looks dark and rich, the air warm with the smell of pine and earth. Game stirs in the woods, and fish leap in the shallows.

Here, the clans gather together for the first time, looking to you their chosen leader to guide them.
Around your campfire, the voices rise.

Choose Location

>Some argue for farmland by the river, where fish and fertile soil could feed many.

>Others whisper of the deep woods nearby, filled with timber, game, and ancient spirits.

>A few cast their eyes toward a stone outcropping on a hill, a natural stronghold from which the valley could be watched and defended.


Choose Leader

>The Warlord: The clans followed me because they feared my wrath and trusted my strength.

Stat Bonus: +1 Defense

Trait: When facing raids or threats, you gain advantage on rolls (roll 2d20, take higher).

Drawback: Neighbors see you as dangerous; harder to make alliances.


>The Shepherd: I keep the people safe and fed, for a leader is nothing without their flock.

Stat Bonus: +1 Food

Trait: Whenever famine threatens, you can reroll once to find food.

Drawback: Seen as soft, enemies underestimate your strength.


>The Builder: Stones endure longer than songs. I will leave behind walls that last for ages.

Stat Bonus: +1 Production

Trait: Building projects cost 1 less resource/time to complete.

Drawback: More focused on structures than people; risk of neglecting morale.


>The Cunning Fox: Where steel fails, words prevail. I weave bargains like a net.

Stat Bonus: +1 Wealth/Trade

Trait: Advantage on negotiations and diplomacy rolls.

Drawback: Others may doubt your honor or loyalty.


>The Seer “I hear the whispers of the old stones and see omens in the fire.

Stat Bonus: +1 Knowledge/Magic

Trait: Once per year, you may ask the OP for a prophetic hint or omen.

Drawback: People trust your visions but sometimes fear them.


>The Visionary: I see what others cannot: a city of tomorrow, greater than the world has ever known.

Stat Bonus: +1 to any one stat of your choice.

Trait: Once per year, you may declare a bold goal; if achieved, gain double reward.

Drawback: Your people sometimes see you as reckless or unrealistic.

Threads 1, 2, 3: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Halo:%20Spartan%202%20War%20Reports
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Sven-033's Qualities: [Special] Giant, [Special] Spartan-II, Maverick, Officer [Lieutenant], Wunderkind, Inspiring.
Sven-033's Advancement Paths: Brawler 4/10, Bulwark 3/10, Grenadier 3/10| Diplomat 1/6, Infiltrator 1/6. Scrounger 1/6| Jotun 1/4
Sub Objective Progress: Artificial Artisan 1/?| Bladebreaker 1/?
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Current Mission: Mission 3: Operation: COLLATERAL DAMAGE
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Purple team (Sven-033, Shika-108, Jorge-052, Daisy-023]
Primary Objective: Safely Escort Dr Halsey to the ONI blacksite, end its lockdown, retrieve vital personal and research
Sub Objective 1: Repel the Covenant assaulting the research lab, and gather data on their tactics, troop composition
Sub Objective 2: Extract all the site personal and researchers, and retrieve all prototypes intact/ undamaged
Secret objective 1: Earn the trust of and successfully recover the Site's Ai, Amphitrite
Secret objective 2: Capture or Kill Commander Tag 'Zutam , leader of the Covenant Siege Force
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Violet Team (James-005, Nesta-097, Dimas-012, Grace-093)
Primary Objective: Defend the settlement Black Reach and Neutralize the Covenant invasion force
Sub Objective 1: Discover why the Covenant are attacking the Mining settlement and what they're looking for, capture it and gather data on Covenant war operations
Sub Objective 2: Deal with the local United Rebel Cell Front.
Secret objective 1: File Encrypted
Secret objective 2: File Encrypted
Secret objective 3: File Encrypted
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Mood Music: https://youtu.be/GLzKPacu5y0
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But planning without knowing the full situation, how much time the colony had left, and what the odds were would be worse than doing nothing at all. Making your choice to swallow the bitter medicine and get it over with quickl; despite your personal feelings towards the Commander in charge of the defense of Alpha Corvi II, Commander Yao was your superior officer and was more knowledgeable about the defense efforts present circumstances

"Shika, I'll get patched up when there isn't any work that needs me on my feet" You say, patting the shorter girl on her shoulder, your face reflected in the gold tint of her visor. You could imagine and picture clearly the face she had to be making under her helmet.

"Fine" She said in a huff, and flicked her still wet with blood scalpel around, before securing it back into her medical kit "Not much I could do with all the armor on anyways"

"You really should stay off your feet, Sir" Jorge warned, looking up from staring gloomily at his hands, his wisp of a mustache stuck to his upper lip from sweat

"You want to be the one to force him to stay still?" Daisy asked, lifting up her head as you shakily rose to your feet.

"Where's the bridge?" You ask, turning to Squad Skua, who were still picking their jaws off the floor and gawking after seeing how young you and your squadmates were underneath your helmets.

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