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Name: Shira Age:12 School: Chis CyberSchool Number:+6281396302106 Class:5A

<span class="mu-i"> ''Great and powerful he was, tempered in the ways of war from a young age, full of vigour and ideas. But in comparison with his father, he was overbearing and autocratic, though clever enough to hide it. His time in Mithras had given him a taste for absolute rule, and he would do his best to replicate it." </span>

-Brother Dietpold of Marlhof monastery, Gesta Adlershorstenorum.

It was the summer of 1260 Anno Curia. After the initial setbacks suffered by the Duke of Greifswald, his eldest son and heir had brought back home new successes. Albrecht von Adlershorst had, with some success, reversed the gains made by the order since the unfortunate battle of Kleist, which saw his father crippled. Now, he had brought upon the Order of the Argent Star a new blow which erased the previous disgrace from the minds of the Greifswalder nobility.

Now, with the initiative once more on the side of the Greifswalders, the energetic heir of the duchy has resolved to use the gap in the enemy as best as possible. If he were to succeed and trample all the Vollinger Mark and Prauthia beneath the hooves of his steed. While Duke Dietrich recuperates in Rittersbach, his son Albrecht may very well claim for him a new crown….

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<span class="mu-i">And there came a day unlike any other... When Earth's mightiest heroes found themselves united against a common threat...
On that day, they became... <span class="mu-s">The Avengers!</span></span>
Greetings, True Believers! And welcome back to Avengers Quest!
This is but one of many realities where the group known as The Avengers is formed... But definitely not the one you might be familiar with. The team's fate, and perhaps the entire world's fate, depend on your collective choices!

<span class="mu-s">This is a quest where you will give commands to a character, but with multiple player characters: You can ONLY select commands for ONE character in your post until the next QM post, which is a new "turn".
Nobody "owns" any of the player characters, anybody can play them until the next "turn", but always only one per post. You can change your decision before the QM post if you change your mind. You can give commands to any of the available characters even if someone else has as long as you remember to choose only one. Ties are simply decided by what I think would be most interesting so try to avoid them.
Make sure to write which character you are choosing for in your post.
There are also collective votes, those will be pointed out as such when they happen.</span>

Last time, the adventure ended on a deathly cliffhanger as THE AVENGERS fiercely fought Arch-villain and sworn enemy of the Black Panther clan, the madman KLAW, to the finish! Foiling his scheme to sell vibranium and destroy Wakanda in the process, yet as his mountain-base collapsed, the newest Black Panther, Shuri, stays behind to battle til the end!
"Your evil ends now Klaw! I will make sure of it!"
"Foolish girl! Even if my legacy dies, so will everything you love! Observe!
Charging one last attack to blow both of them up, it seems tragedy is about to strike as the group of America's heroes exhaustedly run away for their lives, Moon Knight shoots his trusty grappling hook at Klaw, grabbing onto his Sonic Device! "Champion of Bast! Khonshu hasn't sent me here for nothing!" He pulls!
Rocks fall. The earth shakes. CRASH.
And then a silence so dramatic, as our heroes stand just outside of danger, beaten and exhausted, but alive.
Evil does not rest, and while this adventure closes, a new threat is rising far away from the African country... A mind-warping, reality-bending monster who we will soon meet as the dreadful SPACE PHANTOM! But let's not hurry and wrap things up here, first...

Thread #1: http://thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6212686/

>Found Egg
>Hatched Egg
>Grew a Daughter
>Got kidnapped by the Fed
>Forced to work with the Fed

>Today we can almost physically hear the mutterings and rumblings of an invigorated god of war. You can see it, feel it, and hear it all the way from the Indochina hills, from the shores of Formosa, right over into the very heart of Europe itself.

>The one encouraging thing is that the “mad moment” has not yet arrived for the firing of the gun or the exploding of the bomb which will set civilization about the final task of destroying itself. There is still a hope for peace if we finally decide that no longer can we safely blind our eyes and close our ears to those facts which are shaping up more and more clearly . . . and that is that we are now engaged in a show-down fight . . . not the usual war between nations for land areas or other material gains, but a war between two diametrically opposed ideologies.

>As one of our outstanding historical figures once said, “When a great democracy is destroyed, it will not be from enemies from without, but rather because of enemies from within.” . . .

>Today we are engaged in a final, all-out battle between communistic atheism and christianity. The modern champions of communism have selected this as the time, and ladies and gentlemen, the chips are down—they are truly down.

"What are you listening to?"

- "It's that politician, Jane McCountry"

"Sounds like a fake name"

- "Maybe she had to change it"


<span class="mu-i">The reason why we find ourselves in a position of oppression is not because our only powerful potential enemy has sent men to invade our shores . . . but rather because of the traitorous actions of those who have been treated so well by this Nation. It has not been the less fortunate, or members of minority groups who have been traitorous to this Nation, but rather those who have had all the benefits that the wealthiest Nation on earth has had to offer . . . the finest homes, the finest college education and the finest jobs in government we can give.

They have lighted the spark which is resulting in a moral uprising and will end only when the whole sorry mess of twisted, warped thinkers are swept from the national scene so that we may have a new birth of honesty and decency in
government.

I have here in my hand a list of names of christians guilty of what has always been considered as the most abominable of all crimes—being traitors to the people who gave them positions of great trust—high treason . . . and I encourage you to make such lists in your own churches and communities as well . . </span>

"Are you going to do it? Start making lists?"

- "She's making alot of sense to me."

"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.