You've always longed to be reincarnated into another world, have an unfair cheat skill, and be surrounded by beautiful women in skimpy outfits.

Your name is John Doe— and the fantasies that so many desired were a reality for you.

You were even able to find purpose and dedicated yourself to something you loved to do— building.

Giving idle materials shape, seeing machines come to life with a whizz or a whir or the hiss of steam was something you'd never regret. Work was difficult, and took time, but it was all worth it in the end when seeing a new creation. Also you were reincarnated with cheat powers: You were what this world called a Savant— an engineer that could instinctively, since birth, understand and create special items called artifacts as well as construct impossible machines; mechas and clockwork robots and walking pieces of artillery were a common sight the land where civilization crept in and inevitably brought in Savants with it.

Steampunk was the norm in this world. The 'tags' that held reality together made it stay that way. Steam power was the most useful energy source in this universe, though you entertained thoughts of making combustion engines instead of steam ones— dragging the world into a dieselpunk era— but you haven't experimented with much other than electrical currents and steam.

Also something to note, in this world harems and slavery were commonplace. The happiness women had from being slaves was all thanks to the influence and masochistic fetishes this world's foremost creator had: The Goddess of Artifice and Creation herself, Herta.

She also happened to be your wife, the first of seven others, and the one you 'kidnapped' from the Heavenly Realm. Her only desire is to be used and abused by your body and words. Despite how arrogant, stupid, and reckless she could be, she also happens to be the woman you trusted and loved the most in this world, always been at your side helping and devoting herself to you.

Anyway, you have a total of seven women in your harem— all of them your 'slaves'. Because of Herta both consciously and subconsciously influencing the moral values of this world (a concept that hasn't fully processed in your mind), and because the gender ratio was skewed to have more women than men, there was no shortage of eager ladies willing to serve men.

Actual chattel slavery was looked down upon. This crime, among others, and anything that went against the Bondage Accord, were fought against. But more serious threats were treated with much more seriousness— 'mental corruption' being a constant threat. Many organizations around the world actively fought against these evils. It was a staple of life at this point— taking the form of Adventuring Guilds and the Knightly Orders— these organizations acting with enough autonomy to cooperate.

But that's all besides the point. Right now you were in the merchant city of Centria, visiting the relatives of your kitsune wife.

January 9th, 199X

It has been almost a week since the CCCP was dissolved by the General Secretary, with a large majority of the various ethnic republics formed in the aftermath of the Great Patriotic War by imported populations having gained their independence. Their journeys to statehood have been long awaited by their peoples. However, in the general confusion and chaos which followed the collapse of one of the world's superpowers, one region within the malaise was forgotten. Unclaimed by almost every other group, at least by virtue of no real historical claim to what had been Russian land for centuries.

Oskovia.

Having been established for the Oskov peoples, themselves descendants of Slavic tribes which had inhabited the Urals before the very concept of Russia existed or the Mongols rode their armies from the east, the Oskovia CCP had been a prosperous but small republic in comparison to their immediate and surrounding neighbors. For as long as the CCCP had existed, there were no issues with any in the region. Now, this has changed.

For the first few days, the regional government was silent on the matter of the entire west of the country splintering into ethnic republics. The Belarusians, Ukrainians, Kravo, Gorodniks, Cossaks in the south and a number of others all broke off from the Union; leaving Oskovia completely alone and independent as a result of broad language, and as many would come to find out, the very local party deciding to pick up and leave back for Moskva.

What local apparatchiks remained scrambled to figure something out, and that's where you come in. You, whoever you may have been in your previous life, doesn't matter. You have been selected to form the Central Committee of the Emergency Crisis Council, the de facto governing body of what is being called the Republic of Oksovia. Never mind that no elections have been held, and that no one within the nation asked for it to be created.

The only question now, is what is to be done?

At the heart of the enemy base, when you felt you were cornered into an uncomfortable situation, you went straight to the boss and challenged him… to a Go-Kart Race. Since they began, Flame Duels have been all over the place, and this one is no exception. And what puts it over the edge is the rest of the competition. You’re not in a 1-on-1 duel with Jielun, but a full race with 8 participants — and all of them are your allies in what feels like the luckiest coincidence ever. To be fair, some were orchestrated; most of them were not.

It’s You, Jielun (your target), Vera, Aurora, Nina, Constance, Suan De, and Jesse. What an odd group.

Still, spiritually, your sole opponent is Jielun. The only objective is to beat him and no one else. Everyone else is here for flavor, or to make the race more fun! Esperanza’s flying referee was ordered to make this both entertaining and efficient. Probably all inspired by your feedback during the Tournament at the Bubble Dimension.

With no previous experience behind the tiny wheel, you’ll play it slowly to understand the vehicle’s nuances.

“Welcome, everybody, to the EXTREME… Go-Kart Racing! Codename’s Crossbill, and I’ll be commentating alongside the ever-trustworthy but totally unprepared, Clutz!” Crossbill enthusiastically starts the broadcast.

“Huh? Are we streaming this?” Vortexia is utterly confused.

“And also… this woman we found waiting outside the van!” Crossbill points at Kushi. “Why did you let her in? Was she eating some trash and you felt bad or something?”

“What is this? What are we watching on this tiny screen? Is this some kind of… <span class="mu-i">video game</span>?” Kushi sounds disgusted.

“She’s the ally Mr. Noon recruited. Like the whole thing with the cake.” Clutz explains. “I’m not entirely sure if it’s a good move, but I told her who we are.”

“And I’m here to help, I suppose.” Kushi doesn’t know if she can do much at this point.

“Oh, I imagined her older. Being such a grump and all.” Crossbill chuckles.

“Watch your tongue, woman.” Kushi didn’t like that.

“Let’s do this over. I’m Crossbill, Phil Noon’s bestie. Nice to meet ya.” Crossbill extends her hand for a handshake..

“Bestie? Like in best friend?” Kushi raises an eyebrow.

“Mhm, we’re so tight, he helped me escape prison.” Crossbill laughs.

“You keep mentioning that, and I’m beginning to think that it’s not a joke.” Vortexia wants definitive lore.

The vibrant plaza bustled with crowds. From old couples basking in the sun on a bench to newlywed families out for a stroll with their new baby, the streets were packed with people and activities. Bullheads and blimps soared through the sky without fear. Street performers danced and juggled while musicians played a peppy tune with an old acoustic guitar.

How long has it been since you’ve been in a walled kingdom?

Months? Years?

You shook your head. The time did not matter, not anymore. This was a new chapter of your life.

You are…

can someone help me to identify this person who is spamming on my girls chat?, plspls, he lives on durango mexico

You are Mila, the human rogue. Orphaned in the walled city of Terk, you soon learned your craft with the local gangs. After getting in trouble with the authorities one too many times, you decided to hit the road. You heard of a distant port city called Amabel where you could start anew. But the problem is getting there.

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CHARGEN

Your main stat is DEX. It allows you great proficiency with finesse and ranged weapons, plus a good chance of evasion. You can also do sneak attacks.

You may choose a secondary high attribute, if you pick two dump stats.

Secondary attributes:

STR - your damage with melee weapons is increased. You can do a power attack, and this ability could be used alongside your sneak attack.

CON - you are hard to kill. You get a second wind if you are ever incapacitated. You also have advantage in intimidation checks.

INT - you are good with magic. You get a single cantrip you can use once a day, and you can read magic scrolls without an ability check.

WIS - you have advantage on perception checks and a strong affinity with nature. Choose a common animal as your companion. If it dies, you're sure you could tame another.

CHA - you have advantage on seduction and bargaining checks. On a critical hit when parlaying with a monster, it becomes your henchmen.

DUMP STATS

STR - you're weak. You better do those sneak attacks with a crossbow.

CON - your body can't stand much punishment.

INT - you can't read

WIS - you have poor sense of direction

CHA - you are annoying and people tend to dislike you

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Today is truly a monumentous occasion, not only because it is one of the blessed days the palace of natural laws sect's tournament is being hosted, or because you've trained a bunch of toddler moon rabbits to be ready to cultivate years before any human kid could, or even because five colors came to visit and knock some sense into the five fallen dieties before they did something foolish like try to kill your, or even that you learned humans could be turned into cats if they were lucky enough to have the right spiritual root and physiques. No, today was especially important because the Thousand Lotus Hall sect had joined the Tomb, The Mountain, and The sea alliance, turning it into The Tomb, the mountain, the sea and the garden! And besides that, more exciting, was that it looked like the last few rounds of the foundation establishment realm martial arts contest would all be your disciples.

A sect wide achievement that would surely improve your temple's reputation as one of the most fierce. It isn't too surprising, either, since your students have cut their teeth and honed their claws fighting fierce ghosts and the other sects present in real, lethal combat before. And of course, their techniques, martial styles and talents are nearly unheard of in this era. Once more, like the master, the element of surprise and the unknown abilities they posses and train and hone is one of their greatest advantages

And, sure, you might drift off and nap for a few of them, knowing almost instinctively which disciple will beat who in any match up since you've trained them all and know pretty much all the tricks they keep up their sleeves and the levels they've trained and refined their technique and sorcery, but you do try to pay attention to the spars you haven't seen yet closely and to commentate excitedly for the duels that aren't as one sided as say, Huli verses the incredibly unfortunate wooden style rogue he got set up against after his first round win against Hong.

Qinxin and Ping, for example is most exciting, as the two are well informed of the others styles and have fought side by side often but never against eachother. That match comes down to Ping's ghost qi infused arm granting him a slight advantage over the former Ling subordinate, as well as the white haired monk's secret of an unbeating heart, which he uses to trick Qinxin into believing he struck him dead from a wild desperation attack of one of the Guardians of celestial sunlight's sword techniques, which Ping uses to catch him unaware and nearly blow his sword arm off with a cleverly used dying grudge shield barrier spell.
Cont

Eight-year anniversary edition.

With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?

You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.


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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 first three correctly-rolled dice
>One dice roll per person per post unless three players have not yet rolled, and ten minutes has passed since your previous roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus)
>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 find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes as soon as possible.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tndKYpPz2RU


REVENGE OF THE BODY SNATCHERS

Another day, another job. Never boring, for you are a Collector.

You are ERROR404 the Alien Collector.

Your boss is the ALIEN BUREAUCRACY, they send you into planets or sometimes stranger places to collect whatever it is that they need.

You usually collect exotic animals.

You are equipped with a state of the art FLYING SAUCER. It looks like a regular flying saucer. It can be upgraded, but you need CURRENCY. The name of your people's currency is HEADPATS, the symbol is "(>.<)". You currently have ZERO HEADPATS, you spent the last one getting a FIVE DIMENSIONAL BURGER WITH COKE AND FRIES at the local FIVE DIMENSIONAL FAST FOOD.

You're a five dimensional being, meaning you can become invisible, teleport and "edit" reality to cause matrix glitches when you are in four dimensional space. But if you tamper with reality too much, the REALITY POLICE will fine and maybe even arrest you.

What the boss wants this time?

> A Triglavian Rare Candy
> A Shinigami Ballsack Scab
> A Three Titted Fairy
> Just a regular old cow
> Write in

Earth-616, 2010.

Earlier today, you announced to the public the truth.

<span class="mu-s">You are Tony Stark, and you are Iron Man.</span>

The high from the media attention was almost worth revealing the fact. It wasn’t until you had left the press conference that the thought came to you that it was a mistake. Everyone from the military to gossip magazines would hound you now, you were sure of it.

You would worry about it later. Soon, sleep overtook you. You weren’t asleep long enough to have any real dreams, but for a few moments, you remembered. Afghanistan. Captivity. Dr. Yinsen. Him, bleeding in your arms. Then, nothing. You woke with a jolt. Happy was tapping your leg from the front seat.

“Home already?”

“Yup. Have a good night, Mr. Stark.”

He left you in the driveway, but wasn’t present long enough to hear what you heard. Alarms, coming from inside the house. Strangely, none blared externally. You walked to the door, noting it had been left open.

“Jarvis!”

<span class="mu-b">“Welcome home, siiiiiiirrr.”</span> The AI’s robotic voice slurred, then stopped. Across the front room, A man looked over the balcony, out at Malibu on the horizon. He was barely silhouetted by the light. You walked towards the steps, keeping your cool. Then, he spoke.

“I am Iron Man. You think you’re the only superhero in the world? Mr. Stark, you’ve become part of a bigger universe. You <span class="mu-i">just</span> don’t know it yet.” His voice boomed and carried even while facing opposite out towards the water. He turned to face you, appearance still hidden in the shadow.

“Who the hell are you?” You looked back incredulously. How had he gotten in, and disabled J.A.R.V.I.S., at that? Happy couldn’t have been more than a mile down the road.

“Nick Fury. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Oh.” Right, like you were supposed to know whatever the hell that was.

He smiled for a moment, then spoke again.

“I’m here to talk to you about the Avenger Initiative.”

It was a blur. Earth’s ‘mightiest’ heroes, defending the weak. It sounded like shadowy, pseudo-world police. You liked the idea of being <span class="mu-i">called</span> a hero, but you did it your way. Whoever this guy was didn’t understand that.

He left you his card, and you threw it into the trash.

Terrifying. You couldn’t be left alone with your thoughts and nothing to do or no one to talk to you. A bottle of whiskey stood half-finished on an end table. You knew you shouldn’t indulge.

“Jarvis.”

<span class="mu-b">“Yes, Sir?”</span> A response, thank God.

“I want a full security system reboot, and an analysis on how that guy managed to shut you down. That’s not happening again. Oh, and-”

>”Call Pepper.”
>”Prep the Mark Three. I’m going out.”
>”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”

Roll one 1d100 to avoid drinking as a part of either choice. Success DC is >=80.

(Reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oKUsna2yvA)