What have we done to deserve heaven? If it is our place, why are we here? We are unjust and terrible creatures, and our hell is to ever look at heaven and demand that we be allowed entry. Utopia is heaven- Socialism is heaven’s gates, yet Heaven is no place for humans, is it? We are allowed our glimpse of paradise, yes, but we shall never claim our dreams. We would suffocate as a fish does out of the cold seas. <span class="mu-i">-Charlot Doumer, “We Are of the Night”</span>
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It was afternoon on Monte Nocca- a lovely place for most who came here in the beginning of summer, but the one held in highest regard upon it was thinking of being elsewhere.
Vittoria Bonaventura had returned to the mountain once again- that lonely clutch where one half of her bloodline hailed from- and if mother and grandfather were to be believed, they had been there since before even memory of mankind, but to her that was just the Vitelian disease and Mosshead arrogance intermingling, in a way she refused to let fester in her head. The Judge had been merciful in making it blonde like father’s. Yet that did not deter grandfather from calling Vittoria by her new alias, and more comfortably than he spoke her name. Remiel. The same name was what she was summoned by now, further up the stony trail.
“Don’t drag your feet, Remiel,” her tutor in mystic lore and art said from ahead, his voice seeming more like the wind that blew over the mountain trees than particularly human, through that mask of his. He loomed as high as a peak too, in a way. “If this is to be your last lesson for a while, then you should pay close attention. Get a good score, heh heh. Prepare you for where you’re headed.”
“Whatever you’re having me do,” Vittoria said, “I don’t think any of it’ll have anything to do with the Azure Halls. The Dawn and the coming days in its light.”
“If that’s so,” Zeitgeist said as he walked slowly, his steps cloistered by his coat as though a curtain rose and fell on each foot forward. “You’re off, soon, to have your head filled with the dreams of others. To, heh heh, be <span class="mu-i">told</span> how to be wise, Remiel.”
“As though you’re against the concept of education,” Vittoria grumbled back, amusing herself with her teacher’s pace by weaving back and forth amongst the stones on each side of the mountain trail, “Utopia is the future, the inevitability. I might as well be an expert in it, especially if I want to help father. I can’t be of any use if I don’t know all there is to know. You said yourself that this tradition and mysticism is trapped in the past.”
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.
A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.
Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?
You are Rosa Montagni, and after the successful cult roundup operation at Pinewatch, you've headed north towards the direction of the Reality Anchor. Alas, inclement weather greets you as you went - crevasses, flashfrost, and even a Dammerlicht batter your chartered autowagon. Just when hope seemed to be snuffed out by the Dammerlicht, you and your crew were saved by the Lady of the Pines, who deposited you near a cabin. Your two hosts turned out to be the goddess Skadi and her wife - and that her Reality Anchor was just a short walk away. While Nemo went to check the anchor, you entertained Skadi by cooking up one of grandma Ko's recipes - but the special ingredient you added, grated duplicate relic, caused almost everyone's sins to pop out as their doppelganger of sorts. Of course it's up to you to fix this mess...
Darkness. Void. Utter blackness. There is nothing here. Yet there is also, something? The shadows roil like waves of an ocean, twist like strands of a cloth, and wind around you like a fervently affectionate cat. You are nowhere. You are somewhere within the nowhere.
A voice reaches out to you- with pointed fingers, ruffling mailboxes, and ringing telephones.
[bold]Dark, darker, yet darker.[/bold] [bold]Shadows cutting deeper.[/bold] [bold]Photon readings negative?[/bold] [bold]The next experiment is upon us.[/bold] [bold]Are YOU there?[/bold] [bold]Are we...[/bold]
[bold]Connected?[/bold]
It shakes something loose in the core of your being. Memories. An adventure through an underground cavern full of monsters, demons, and beasts. Some of them kindhearted, others malicious, all desiring an end to their imprisonment beneath a mountain.
You guided a human- You commanded a puppet- You were just a child-
It grates on your consciousness. But you can recall that, whatever you were, whatever you did, you were in that pit for a long, long time.
> Try to remember more. You can make no sound judgements without your mind. > Who's there? What's going on? What's this "connection" crap? > The past doesn't matter, now. Time to start again. _____________ Never used /qst/ before. Decided to rejigger some of my writing into a new experience for 4chan. I'm very interested to see what you'll do compared to the last contestants. Updates come when I'm free to write, but this IS the current brainrot, so-
(To everyone who signed up, I hope you are ready. I know I am. I have decided to start us south of the entrance to Eirenopolis (One of the largest cities of the north, lead by the priesthood of Selene). Your path takes you north, running parallel to one of the world's major mountain ranges. To your left, you can see foothills and vast plainlands. The group is abord an airship, by direct order of Mechaine. You are being sent to verify the strength of the Men of Iron. They are situated near a great breach, which leads directly into the prison which holds the blacklight. An esoteric field is all that holds it in, and the machines which maintain this field draw all matter of creatures which must be held off. Please enjoy!) You have each been picked, to reasons known to none but Mechaine, to operate one of the very first prototype airships. Speed is of the essence, which is why you use this vehicle. However, to avoid being spotted, you are forced to go around the long way, and approach the great breach from the north, where Bellatist territory does not span. As such, you will soon be passing by Eirenopolis, and will travel east through the Northern Mountain Kingdoms, before once again heading south. Your ship is somewhat low on supplies, and you will need to stop to get more soon. While you could likely reach the Northern Mountain Kingdoms before you ran out of food or fuel, the area is harsh, and finding supplies is likely to be difficult. Accompanying you are a few ship hands and engineers, who are responsible for seeing the ship in good maintenance. Who are you, and what do you wish to do?
Knowing only one spell that you are able to cast once a day, the pursuit of more arcane knowledge sprung naturally as your main goal, so you decided to set out in search of an magical school you hear about.
Choose your starting traits and let's embark on this adventure!
You cannot tell where your body begins and ends. You cannot move any of your limbs. While unusual, this doesn't scare you. Your eyes are closed. You let yourself relax...
It's unclear how much time has passed. The darkness beneath your eyelids has changed. Suddenly, there is space, and movement. Out of the abbyss, a thing appears
You see: > A black mass, swirling and writhing, ever changing shape, once full of shapes soft and fleshy, like the innards of an alien creature, once jutting with sharp edges, like shards of shattered bone. The mass has a blackness unlike any in the natural world, so dark it glistens. It makes the surrounding darkness apear faded and lifeless in comparison...
> A twinkle. The small light shimmers alone, until it is joined by another, and another. As the lights multiply, they illuminate the substance underneath. An ocean of quicksiler, as far as the eye can see. The waves swell and crash. What you took to be lights were droplets of liquid mercury jumping out. The element rages, and you feel respect towards it's power...
_____________ Hi guys, QM here, trying something new. This should be fun! This question and the few coming after it will determine the character and place in which the action will take place.
I burst out of the saloon as the hoof-beats outside grew louder and louder. Normally I would dip once a package was delivered, but these FUCKING SAVAGES have been getting too bold. Shots are being fired around the town, clearly I'm not alone in trying to repel this raid. Glass shatters and arrows shatter the windows of the saloon behind me, It's not until I hear the whine of my horse and see it fall to it's side I'd realize moving into the open was a mistake. Somehow the tribals out here got their hands on some proper rifles and revolvers. Turning my head back to the road where the shots came from I see the Indians, draw my Colt, and fire twice. One bullet for a pair with long guns, clearly supposed to be of US ARMY make. I should have accounted for the hoof beats **around** the Town. A pair of arrows strike me in the chest, I barely get a chance to see the redskins behind the crates and bags of goods these arrows came from before my vision fades as i start to fall backwards.
Somehow I feel sluggish as I next wake up, like there's a fog on my mind. As it recedes I realize a couple of things. I'm already standing upright. That shouldn't be the case from what I remember. The other thing noticed is it's still too dark blinking and trying to rub my eyes has done nothing to help change the lighting. A quick look around shows that I'm standing in a stone room, surrounded by odd metal torches, cobwebs, and a couple other people standing around barely moving. One is armored and the other looks like he's wearing a suit.
> Check our wounds. > Check on one of these other guys. > Try to find a door and walk out of here.
At the heart of the Johnny convention, behind one set of curtains inside the cuddling zone, there lies a group of zany individuals sharing their stories. You’re among them. And as of now, you’re listening to the second culprit of this entire event happening: Lydie.
The former priestess of the Church of Beauty has revealed that you (and your seven Johnny Plushies) are the reason why she’s excommunicated. This creates a little shock in Dog Girl or Proto-Cow as, well, she doesn’t act like a proper religious girl. But there’s a mystery, why *you* (and the Seven Johnny Plushies)? The moment to find out is now.
“Thanks to me? What did I do?” You feel like it’s very irresponsible of Lydie to point fingers at you or anything that looks like you.
“Be chosen by <span class="mu-s">me</span>!” Lydie puts her hand on her chest. “I couldn’t continue my proper functions without stating your beauty! They’d ask me: <span class="mu-i">Who among these men is the most gorgeous?</span> And I’d say you! Then they’d retort: <span class="mu-i">pick one of the contestants</span>, and I'd say I’m not interested! They couldn’t accept you as an answer because you haven’t gone through the proper channels. They never spared you a thought! Never listened to me! But they’d be damned! I chose well.”
“I don’t want to come off as too forward, but isn’t this entirely your fault?” Proto-Cow Verity dryly retorts after reviving from the petting.
“She’s in love, who are we to judge?” Dog Girl Donna doesn’t see the issue.
“Partially intelligent beings.” Verity states.
“Regardless! I’ve been forced into a position I would rather not be in, but as it’s my nature, I always make the best out of my current dilemma.” Lydie explains.
“Right…” You don’t know if you feel responsible for this or not. You two have never met before.
“More questions, my jewel! More questions! I’ll answer anything you’re curious about!” Lydie wants more and more attention!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Ask Lydie if there is a way to help her out. Extend a helping hand to this silly girl. >Ask Lydie if she knows Nariko or Ichie. Look for more bovine connections. >You have spent enough time here. Leave the Convention without causing a ruckus. Let your fans enjoy themselves. >Give the signal. Bring Rora, Pansori, and Celia back. Plan together an incredible ending for the event. >This event was fun. Time to ruin it. Open the curtains and create an unprecedented amount of mayhem. >Write In.
this person humbled my sister (she's 15yo) on discord, roblox and Instagram (idk his age). He called her an slut, a bitch, and he harassed her in many ways. What can I do to help my sister? (I'm sorry for my bad english, I'm new at this)
