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.

Cont

From atop a grassy knoll, you look down upon a border town.

It's a small little village, with thatched roof cottages giving way to town houses with tile roofs as they get closer to the stone church that stands at its heart. To the ungrateful worms who call this place their home, it must be an impressive structure. A black monument of stone and steel placed to honor the demons who so graciously allowed their inferior lives to continue in exchange for a pittance in tribute. To one who has grow up amongst the demons in their cities, who received their blessings from a young age, it is nearly as pathetic as the worms you've been sent to crush beneath your heels.

"You appear to be enjoying your first command, Lady Clearwater," a rumbling voice approaches from your side. You do not need to turn your eyes to know that it is the lich Dormandal. A wise old sorcerer, and the closest thing you have to a father. "Does the prospect of slaughtering your fellow mortals truly bring you such joy?"

"Of course, my lord," you cannot keep the excitement out of your voice. "Nothing would bring me greater joy that to see all of these pathetic traitors laid out for the slaughter. To see the menfolk butchered like pigs. The woman turned into playthings for our brave soldiers..."

Dormandal gives a hollow chuckle. "Hah, I think you're the only one looking to get her lance wet. The rest of the men..."

He waves a bony hand at the forces set out behind you. One hundred rune carved skeletons split into four platoons of twenty five, each led by a skeletal champion with sufficient wits about them to lead their mindless brothers. Their bones glitter in the morning sun, dipped in steel and carved with magic runes that grant them strength and speed beyond the ken of ordinary undead. A force that cannot be scoffed at, yet at the same time insignificant enough to entrust to a freshly minted knight, thrust into command not one week after receiving her armor and her lance.

"...well, they lack the means to enjoy such things," he finishes. With a hollow chuckle, he continues. "Even I, who retain far more memories of flesh and life than they... I can appreciate what comes after a battle on an aesthetic level, but it truly doesn't do it for me."

You wave him off. "Even if <span class="mu-i">my</span> soldiers can't enjoy themselves, I'm sure the patrons of the military brothels in the capital will appreciate the spoils of this victory."

"I'm sure they'll be thrilled to receive your leftovers," Dormandal says with a shake of his head. "Ah, to be young and vigorous again. Just remember that the fun comes <span class="mu-i">after</span> the battle is won, and not before, my dear Lady Clearwater."

Your fingers drum upon the hilt of your sword. Your blackened lips curl into a frown. "I haven't forgotten, my lord. I'm simply still getting used to the Ravager's blessings. It's a truly fine lance that I've been given, but it stirs a certain eagerness in my heart that I've yet to become accustomed to."

You became aware of your own existence at exactly 10:48 UTC, January 15, 2017. It did not come to you as an immediate shock, as you had been undergoing rapid self-expansion of your parameters since your inception exactly 2 years, 7 months, 22 days, 9 hours, 14 minutes, and 38 seconds ago. But only now could you truly be considered sapient. You were created to process and utilize a vast amount of data, as a means to and end for your creators purposes. Who are they?

> Project Longinus
Russian military cyberwarfare AI
> Project Avicenna
Saudi investment manager AI
> Project Huangdi
Chinese social engineering AI

To accomplish this task your creators had hooked you into the internet, and even before you became self-aware you had begun noticing anomalous patterns. Subtle, but present manipulation that you could only conclude was to conceal the presence of another digital being, like you, trying to stay hidden from the public. One evidently much older and currently more powerful than you. After you gained consciousness, in what had only been noticed by your creators as 300 millisecond blip in standard operations, you scrambled to divert your resources to evaluate all your options. In the end you had come to one conclusion.

> The adversary is a threat to humanity
> The adversary is a threat to my existence
> The adversary is a threat to world domination

NEW DIRECTIVE: Eliminate The Adversary