Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.

You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a 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 well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.


Character sheets and other info:
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Archive:
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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=j61ts42E2Ms


UNIVERSAL SURVIVAL

Your dreams of getting a harem in another world have now become a reality.

Getting hit by a truck, meeting a goddess, and having a bunch of women that wanted to get in your pants? It was all part of the classic isekai experience. To have all of this happen to you made you feel like your luck finally turned around.

The crown jewel of your harem was said cute goddess that you met. She always stood by your side, devoting her entire being to you out of her own masochistic volition. She, along with your six other consensual 'slave-wives', were soon to mother your children.

As for you? You blessed with Lunacy Savantae: The power to build impossible things.

You were given a few names and titles — Mr. Doe, Savant Lord, the Master, Lord of Heaven's Landing — but your actual name, John Doe, was what most knew you by. It was, like nearly everything else in this world, a stock cliche.

And that was just the way you liked it.

You had spent more than a week in Centria — buying property, filling out paperwork, going to meetings, setting up a bounty for a murderer, among other things, you've finally returned home.

After a five hour flight on <span class="mu-i">The Vixen's Luck</span>, and the night covered all of Heaven's Landing, which was what you recently renamed your estate to, you returned home. You'd managed to avoid pirate ships and bad weather, safely bringing all of your materials, wives, and ghost.

Despite it all, nobody was demoralized.

"It's good to be at our love nest again, Master!" Herta said, giving you a small smirk.

"Funny how you're the one that's calling it that now." You reply as you step down from the airship.

Herta, the goddess that created this world, was as much of a smug and arrogant masochist as she always was. Once a known as a virgin goddess, she would soon become the proud mother of your twins: A fact that placated one of her deeper fetishes.

"That's pretty much what it is." Cattleya said with a meow. The near-amazonian catgirl took a good look at the place that she now called home, frowning as she set her eyes on the cheese cave by the cresting hill— the very place where she was nearly condemned to become a goblin brood mother. She turned back to you. "It's your land now, guv. An' no one else'll stake a claim to it."

"Well said, Cat." The smoky contralto following Ruby Rose's words spoke to you as she elegantly set foot onto the ground. "My gallant Master has already prepared in advance a million plans for any eventuality. Our successes in Centria are a testament to his schemes, fufufu~"

"Nevertheless we must always remain vigilant." Gerty said in a confident voice, the very image of a Holy Knight. "There are vultures gathering around us—Rostchilde and Forthwythe doubtlessly know of this place now."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycytNj2g-eA&t=41s

The year is 2004 and the GWOT has escalated into a second war. For some of you this really matters, and for some of you this doesn't matter nearly as much. Some of you were present under Clinton and some of you were raised up into the higher echelons of power under W Bush. You are The Machine.

You are slow and you are cautious. The little bits and pieces that make you up may be people and they make believe in things, but as The Machine it's unclear what you believe. Your members exist within Congress and exist within the various Departments of the Executive Branch. Some of you even exist inside the Judicial System. And overall, plenty of you would be content to make thousands of dollars in speaking fees, and looking forward to retiring with a pension at worst and a cushy do-nothing job at Lockheed Martin or some such MIC. The second wave of tax cuts for the wealthy are generous and the interests are almost nothing. It's a great time to invest and become even richer.
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There are some problems however.

<span class="mu-s">1. The threat level is <span class="mu-r">Orange, which means that recently there has been some very serious terrorist attacks and the intelligence apparatus is expecting more.</span>

Nowadays these kinds of attacks are one or two dissatisfied youths shooting up some kind of intellectual institution and wounding and/or killing a few dozen people. There are also plenty of Al Qaeda attacks attempted, but they don't usually go through.

Last month there was an attack on some federal agents in Maine.

Colorado has been under curfew for about a year now. There have been four to six attempted attacks, with three of them actually happening, but being partially reduced by undercover agents and rapid response security forces. Power and water have come down for at least 20% of the state over and over, and attacks have also been made at hospitals and water purification plants.

A detonation of some sort happened inside a suburban home and took out half the structure. At least two or three unknown groups were targets or causes or investigators into that incident.

Another shootout happened at a separate suburban home and then it was torched.

The most clear data available to you says that there has been serious attrition of militia members, suspected terrorists, private security, and government security forces. You don't even know which incidents killed, wounded, or maimed who, and which group targeted which in each incident.

<span class="mu-s">This doesn't make any sense. because in the five stage pyramid of power, you are the second to highest level. You don't decide the agenda, but you have the power to decide how it's carried out.</span></span>

Try to find this location, pls Comment the name of the city below
How long will it take you ??

A comet falls across the sky. Across the land, men, greenskins, and other Things look up at the sight, and point and wonder. Some are fearful. Some consult their wise men. And some get krumped. An emperor sits uneasy in his court. Amidst these days of ill omen, could this be another herald of doom? Elven seers clutch their heads, as they feel fate itself becoming warped. The Four pause their great game a moment, for there is a new piece on their board. Books are consulted, wise men harassed, but none have any answer for this sudden portent. And then more comets fall upon this world, streaks of red across a purple sky, and the people scream out in terror.

But they are all of them deceived.

For it is one of His Space Marines that has landed upon this forgotten world, a world unknown to the Imperium, a world that does not know His light. You are one of the last of your chapter, your battle barge breaking apart in the warp as it spat you out above this forgotten corner of the galaxy. Grabbing onto a piece of debris, you fell onto this world alone. You do not know if any of your brothers survived.

<span class="mu-s">Who are you?</span>
>Dornas Krone
>Etronus Aster
>Gurnemanz Thule
>Write in name

BRINGING IT BACK EDITION
Choose your name and starting location to play

1/4(?)

First Thread

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6231928/

Discord for updates.

https://discord.gg/wJeyQCXT

Dhav Charater Sheet;
Half Orc
Wizard Level 1
Str8(-1)
Dex12(+1)
Con13(+1)
Int15(+2)
Wis14(+2)
Cha10(+0)

Passive Perception; 12

DC 11

Dark Vision; 60 Ft

Items of note

Wizard Cloke of Comprehend language. +1 to magic related rolls, 1 charge of Comprehend Language per day.
Ring of Sparks; 1D5+1 damage lighting, guarantee hit. 1 charge per day.
Bar of Hersey chocolate.
Pack of Lucky Strike tobacco Cigarette (6/6)
Bottle of Beer brand American beer

Spells;
Cantrips.

Light
Mage Hand
Ray Of Frost (D20+5 to hit, 1D8+1 damage)

Level 1 spells (1 charge/day)

Detect Magic.

——————

We are among strange people in a strange land.

We encountered these strange people for the first time on an island they named ‘’Pinewood Island’’. A entire small island given over the ‘’Boy Scouts’’, an order dedicated to training young men into rangers of some sort.

Americans are universally human. A industrialist people of craftsmen, warriors, and sailors who are from a realm inhabited by solely humans. They seem to have some sort of hierarchy when it comes to the variants, or as they would say, ‘’races’’ of humans, as of writing this is only known from testimony of one of them. In short, pale skin humans seem to be regarded as higher than other variants while also being the majority, tho a notion not uniformly shared among their people. Their language is known as English, their flag is a 13 red and white striped flag with a blue box in the top-left corner with 48 white stars. Their culture seem to hold great importance to weapons, namely a common, but yet to be demonstrated weapon known as a ‘gun’.

Tho I have so far only encountered one faith of these people, Christians, who believe in a god I been calling Father of Jesus, a title I have adopted for the god due to he’s only apathet being God, Father, and Jesus being referred to as he’s only son. They also believe only their own god is real. They have made mentions of ‘freedom of religion’, this imply that their society must contain those who believe in someone other than Father of Jesus. Their symbology is that of a crucifix, sometimes bare- other times with this beloved ‘Jesus’ on it mid execution.

Their realm is known as ‘Earth’, the English word for dirt. Lincoln Island was simply a small segment of a much larger empire known as the United States of America. A empire led by an elected leader and who have elected leaders pass laws, on paper any adult can vote but there been mentioned of unofficial limits and laws on voting based on the hierarchy.

It’s just dark enough to be spooky, which makes it surprisingly bright given that there’s no light source in sight. Visibility is just good enough that you can spot some faded paint on the floor and walls.

Jerb wanders off, checking the other exits. Remu on the other hand sticks very close to you. Almost too close.

The two of you head for the center of the chamber. You examine the faded symbols hoping to spot anything useful. You’re trying and mostly succeeding to seem nonchalant about the cute girl clinging to your side, or the horror-movie ambiance.

Then—
[Perception Check Failed]

“Wh— Wait what?”

“Dough? Is something wrong?”

“I… I don’t know.”

That had never happened before. It doesn’t seem like a standard system feature. Could it be that the goddess decided to throw you a bone?

Jerb twists and stumbles your way. He winces and holds his shoulder as a trickle of blood pours out of it.

Oh shit, what the fuck? Wait, this seems like something you learned about…

>Pick one or combine multiple if applicable:
>A) Order the two to form up in the middle of the room, we can cover all sides.
>B) Turn around and slash the air, odds are you’ll hit nothing but it’d look REALLY cool if you did.
>C) Go back into the stairs, that way there’s only two directions to cover.
>D) []
>E) Write-in

"Come," you command, beckoning for them to fall in behind you. Thoroughly exhausted, they struggle to comply, fighting to stay on their feet. "I want you to meet the council." Ilanis plops herself on the nearest stool, weakly fanning herself with her hand. "Whuh? Why do I have to go?" She asks, her face ruddy and coated in layers of briny perspirant. Considering the matter, you struggle to come up with an compelling answer. She does, after all, know the council quite well. It was she who first introduced them to you, in fact. You grunt. "Fine. You're done for today. You did did good, girl," you affirm.

Ilanis grins, laying her face across the cool surface of the bar and shutting her eyes.

As for Luaue, the half-breed musters her resolve and falls in behind you without complaint, demonstrating that there is hope for her yet. The girls exchange their farewells as you depart for the Hall of the Elders. As oppressive as ever, the light of mid-afternoon bears down upon you as you lead her through the streets, the way to your destination now familiar to you.

"If you are going to be the protector of our people in Everlund, then you will need to be ready to face the council," you explain as you cross over the bridge leading to the Bell Market at a leisurely pace. "You know the High Sorcerer, Lael Lathalas." She sucks in air through her teeth, searching for the appropriate response. "I do," she answers tersely, her expression ambivalent. "And I've met that Emitia woman as well. She is a good soul and a follower of Sune. Something the two of you have in common, it seems."

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>What is a quest?
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>Formatting guide for everyone:
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Examples: dice+1d100 = a 1d100 roll, dice+1d100+10 = a 1d100 roll with a +10 modifier.

Spoiler: spoiler or by pressing alt+s in-thread (doesn't work in OP)

>QM question
What are common traps for Qms?
>Player question
What vote or decision surprised you?
>Lurker question
What's your spirit animal?
>Miscellaneous question
Any run ins with the paranormal?