Last time, you stole one of the most damning documents this country has ever seen. You have a piece of paper that implicates every single influential figure nationwide and some internationally, with some of the most heinous crimes they can think of: offing each other. And in your (and your friends) hands you have the power to decide what to do with it…
But there’s no reason to rush it. You need a break, no matter what people say, Go-Karting is tiring! And you find the perfect place to rest here in the Former Prisoners’ home, and said girls are very interested in helping you relax. You’re their heroes!
Yes, that includes Vera. You’re both being pampered. Your head is resting on Beth’s lap as the rest of your body extends through the couch. Similarly, Vera is resting on Sally’s in a different couch. Zyra is going side by side offering her help.
…
Kushi and Vortexia are sitting on some comfy square seats of the same set as the couches. They’re watching…
Crossbill is busy figuring things out in her room. Due to the stuff that has been happening the last few days, her place is a mess! She’s hiding the Scroll to not worry about it for the stay.
You’re supposed to make lunch with Kushi, but…
“I told you two to enjoy it, but…” Crossbill peeks down from the second floor’s railing and watches you two have an impromptu spa session.
“<span class="mu-i">I deserve this…</span>” Vera loves it. The pirate girl smiles upon hearing it! Your soft nods make Beth happy too.
“They’ve been like this for a while.” Vortexia has been helping you when Zyra gets too busy with Vera.
“I prepared some ingredients.” Kushi shows up from the kitchen. “Whenever you’re ready to cook, Noon. I’m here waiting.”
You promised her you’re gonna help...
Since everyone is here, you can spark some conversation! You gotta learn about all the girls in here, including Vera!
<span class="mu-s">Anything to ask?</span>
>No, you lazy duck, go and make them lunch. Being pampered can wait a little! >Maybe a few questions. It’s time to get to know each other! >Ask Crossbill where the other members of the Prison Party are. You know there are more than 3! >Write In.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">Please enter your account card to log in.</span></span>
You had been staring at the popup long enough that the main menu's log in music had begun to loop. It was this brief moment of silence that brought you back to the dark room you were sitting in. The only source of light was the LEDs embedded into your full dive setup, not that you could see it with the helmet on your head projecting the menu into your eyes. Had you owned one of the newer models of the system, it might had been a simple visor with tactile gloves for menus outside of VR or perhaps an all in one system/seat with a built in computer. Unfortunately, you could afford neither so you were stuck with a bulky set up that involved you plugging in the peripherals directly to your PC via a series of cables and extra hardware. Even so, your setup was considered archaic by today's standards. Most players' computers would already be full dive capable and even the most novice of PC builders would include the parts for it as baseline for a gaming computer. Your build was just another sign that you were a relic of a bygone era where full dive tech was just going over the tipping point of becoming the new standard for gaming.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">Warning: You have been inactive for an extended period. The system will log you out in 120 seconds then shut down.</span></span>
Your hands tremble and you shuffle a bit. The screen goes temporarily translucent to allow you to see your surroundings as it assumes you're going to slot in the aforementioned account card. You reach for the drawer in your desk to dig it out but stop. It had been 5 years since you touched it. 5 years since you buried it under various odds and ends. Why now? It's location had always weighed on your mind but it had never ate at you like it had in recent days. You let out a heavy sigh and pull the helmet off your head. Upon detecting it's removal, the system projects the menu on to your monitor giving you enough light to see clearly in the dark. Before you can hesitate again, you pull the drawer open and empty it completely on your desk. No chance to back out mid way now. Pens, pencils, an old phone, and various other office supplies litter your workspace until, in an almost dramatic fashion, the gold account card bearing the words "Account#00000020" lands nearly atop the pile.
You gently pick it up as one would an injured friend. The metal was cool, almost cold, to the touch. Running your fingers over the card, you can feel every nick and scratch on it but can also remember exactly how each and every one was earned. Finally your fingers reach the raised, stylized letters spelling "Nevermore".
In this alternate timeline of Bleach, the defeat of Yhwach in the climactic Thousand-Year Blood War comes at a catastrophic price. Though the heroes succeed in striking him down, the damage he inflicted upon the fabric of existence is irreversible. The barriers between realms—Seireitei, the Human World, and Hueco Mundo—begin to collapse, with fragments of each steadily consumed by the ever-expanding void of the Garganta.
To prevent the total unraveling of reality, Ichigo Kurosaki is chosen to become the new Soul King. His unique hybrid nature—and his spiritual link to Yhwach—makes him the only being capable of stabilizing the fractured worlds. Enormous sections of the realms—entire cities, Rukongai districts, and Hollow colonies—are left adrift, suspended in the abyss. With the balance between life and death teetering on the brink, the ancient conflict between Shinigami, humans, and Hollows reignites, now fueled by desperation.
The Gotei 13, already devastated by the war, suffers crippling losses. Entire divisions are annihilated trying to protect the Human World from collapse. In the power vacuum that follows, leadership falls to a long-lost comrade of Captain-Commander Yamamoto—an ancient warrior returned from obscurity. Though he rallies the remaining Shinigami with old-world discipline the path to restoring the Gotei 13 is long and grueling.
On Earth, the surviving nations unify under a single banner: AEGIS. With conventional armies useless, humanity turns to Quincies and Fullbringers, forging elite task forces armed with spiritual weaponry and experimental tech to repel Hollow incursions.
Meanwhile, in the desolate wastes of Hueco Mundo, chaos gives rise to warlords—rogue Arrancar who seize power amid the void. One, more ambitious than the rest, emerges as the strongest: a mysterious figure who styles himself "The Aizen." Claiming the traitor’s name as a symbol of rebirth, he begins to reconstruct the Espada, intent on forging a new Hollow empire from the ashes of the old.
King Xander has had a temper since he was a young boy and as he’s gotten older his anger spells have become harder to control. In the last few years the kingdom has lost several members of the court to it, including the queen a little while back.
This is also why you have the position you have. You were originally just supposed to be shadowing one of the king’s advisors before he himself was killed. You've survived so far but you're not a happy survivor however.
You are a racist queer. You don't know why you were born this way, but your goal is to become the most famous and popular entity in your community. Completing all your daily quests is important, along with planning rarer and more significant core moments. In racist queer quest, you are going to slay, rizz, and plus your way to the top.
Create your character: >Gender >Orientation Lesbian, Gay, Bi, T, Queer, Plus >Race White, White-passing >Nationality >Religion Xtian, Halloween
After recognizing your existence, it's time to do stuff
They called him *Shade*. Not because he lived in the dark — but because he *was* the dark. Born in the belly of the Bronx, raised between roach nests and rusted radiators, Shade never had a childhood. No lullabies. No bedtime stories. Just the crackle of broken glass underfoot and the sirens singing lullabies to the lost.
No mom. No pops. Just a pipe, a shadow, and a hunger that rat milk and cockroach crunch could barely quiet. Crank had its claws in him before his first school fight. But even high, even shaking, he moved like smoke — silent, sharp, and gone before you realized your wallet was missing.
Shade trained himself in alleys, climbed rooftops like they were dojo walls, dodged bullets like raindrops. He wasn’t just trying to survive — he was *becoming*. Becoming something more. Something feared. A ninja. A ghost in a shiesty mask.
But even ghosts have scars. Shade didn’t take the mask off — not for dinner, not for sleep, not even for the aunties who begged him to come home. He said he couldn’t face the mirror. Couldn’t face *himself*. Body twisted by dysmorphia, mind riddled with anxiety, soul caught between wanting to be a gangster… and wanting to disappear completely.
And those aunties? Loving, loud, and stubborn — they meant well. But Shade never respected anyone who’d tried to bleach their truth. He didn’t trust love that came dipped in denial.
This is his story. A tale of fists and fear, masks and madness. Of trying to become more than the hood said he could be.
This is *Shade: The Ninja of the Bronx*.
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Let me know if you'd like a darker tone, more humor, or even a screenplay version.
It's all you've known. At least, it was all you'd known until recently.
A chill creeped down your back as you looked around the place. It made you memember what you'd forgotten--for a split second. And then it was gone. All you've been through recently, and all the places you've been to, the people you've met, and the experiences you've felt: From forgetting everything you've ever known, to surviving murderers and carnivals and fires, to strange dream-like mazes and sinewy shadows.
And through it all you've decided to, instead of looking over things alone, you've decided to make friends and involved them in your life. It couldn't be a bad thing, right?
A glance at the mime next to you--Mimi was her name, and she was a person that you had become extremely close to in the past few days--told you that you were in good company. She frowns as she returns the glance.
Around you, beside you, sitting in chairs, some casually eating and drinking, were the people you could call friends. Maybe you're being too generous here, considering how the Noirs were undoubtedly strange--but acting, dressing, and talking like they'd just come out of some detective movies didn't seem to help their case. Meanwhile, Jeremy--the paranormal seeker and local gym rat--had only been recently met a couple of days ago, and was interacted with for only a fraction of that time.
That same chill from before became a numbness in your thoughts, and then began to fade away. Not completely, since you had the ghost of an idea that seemed to be more like you'd recalled. <span class="mu-r">Though it would be more accurate to say that you didn't recall anything new from what happened from before you'd subsequently forgotten about everything.</span> And that was fine by you--considering you had a policy of waiting and watching and accepting any memory that you happened to chance upon you. But still, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of having all of these friends alongside you, potentially supporting you and getting your support.
<span class="mu-g">"Are you alright?"</span> The pantomimicry of Mimi silently conveys to you. <span class="mu-g">"This is the second time you've spaced out."</span>
"I'm alright." You reassured her. Your words, and her silent concern, seemed to go without acknowledgement in the table.
This was because the others were discussing what to do about Hotel Oasis--which was your current place of residence.
"Say, we ain't never did get to go to the big fish's office. Why don't you three sneak in there with the info we gave ya, see?" Mike said.
Of the Noirs, thought with their leader Jamesfield still missing, most supported double-checking everything and making sure all ends were closed and dealt with. To this end, it was suggested that you and/or Jeremy make a quick search of the place, as well as conversing with the staff there in order to see if anything suspicious was happening.
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.
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.
You're the elves of Lenor, a fledgling settlement in the first age after (most of) the fairies left the world. You will choose a leader who will take your civilization to the heights of power!
