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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Heliopolis Colony has been Destroyed.</span></span> The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. <span class="mu-i"> A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...</span>

Good sirs and noble ladies, I know, I know, I should have been here in october but I am late like Charles de Valois when repaying his debts ! Such is life I would say, life is full of trials, more work, writer's block, a broken computer, heh, God puts trials on our way so we can overcome them in the most chivalric way. So ride on, let us go back on saddle and ride with Charles de Villeroi, our gallant hero, who has just left the capital to go to Tradnod, to give the duchess of these lands the locket that she has lost and that he has found after vanquishing awful men made of wood and other foul witchcraft.
For those who are new in our crowd, worry not, for I have here all the links to the previous scrolls detailing the adventures of Lord Charles de Villeroi.

>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5085315/ thread 1
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5134375/ thread 2
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5194246/ thread 3
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5314154/ thread 4
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 5
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 6
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 7
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 8
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5702984/ thread 9
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5785267/ thread 10
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5920163/ thread 11
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6011182/ thread 12
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6079405/ thread 13
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6157669/ thread 14
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6256761/ thread 15

Of course, as tradition dictates, we shall begin with a small prologue from another place of the world.

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Your name is John James Green, mutant vagrant, and you love your cute mutie girlfriend.

You recognize that there’s a part of you that loves her the way a person might love a rare gemstone, and that part of you is getting harder and harder to ignore… but then you look past her and see why you really adore her. She’s a beautiful person. Not just her sleek hair, green eyes, and amazing lips. But her soul. You know it’s corny, but it’s true. You don’t think you ever felt this way before, not even with Victoria. Victoria was comforting, relatable, but Laura is… like a support beam you didn’t know you were missing. It’s for that reason that when she asks you to tone it down, you promise to do your utmost and seal the promise with a peck on her forehead.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more careful in the future. I promise. I’m just glad you’re not angrier at me. Aren’t you the least bit peeved?”

Laura thinks it over for a moment. “No.”

“Why not?”

“It is a combination of factors.”

“Like?”

“For one, my current fondness for you impairs my rational judgment.” That has you crack a smile, “and two, although you may refuse to acknowledge it, you have adopted a leadership role amongst the inhabitants of the Exclusion Zone, like those of Jono, Hisako, and Julian. It would make sense that if anyone were to become a public face of the Mutant population in the Zone, it would be one of you four. I believe you are the best option.”

“Not just 'cause I impair your judgment?”

“Julian is too brash. Hisako is too idealistic. Jono is capable, but too moderate. You embody the best of all these traits.”

At this, you scrunch your face. You always thought of yourself more like a mediator than a true-blue leader type, but she’s right. For lack of better terms, you have a seat at the table and have been going around taking names, ever since the whole southern-belle vampire incident. Between the gang fights, Mr. Negative, taking out Leland, working with Silvermane, working with Moon Knight, and now handling the Triads and Bratva to stop Jack from flooding the street, you’ve become what ‘Cuda always called you. A hardcore muffagin gangsta. You suppose you don’t like thinking about it… because it feeds that part of you that thinks of Laura like a thing to covet.

“Is there a third reason?”

“… it may be because of my impaired judgment, and it would also seem to be opposite of my current opinion, but if anyone were to make rash decisions and somehow come out better for it, past circumstances show that it would be you.”

(1/?)

Violence. Repugnant, alluring, superfluous, indispensable….

You remember primary school: running past metal doors and out into the recess playground, the teachers would always say "don't play rough." But inevitably someone would cross the line, and pushes and kicks and punches would be thrown over a crude joke or a prank, or for any one of a million stupid reasons.

You were never one of the offenders. But you do remember a close friends being a frequent troublemaker and an almost semi-permanent fixture inside the principal's office; on returning he would parody the principal's lecture in a faux serious voice—”propriety this, behavior that,” and other such things that kids liked to make fun of.

But at the end of whatever day he'd decided to make trouble, you would always spot him sitting on a chair inside a bereft classroom, looking downcast. Then you'd see his mother and the homeroom teacher deep in conversation, walking down the hallway and entering the room, closing the door behind them.

The following day he'd always return muted and solemn, and no roughhousing would occur for several days. You'd learn many years later that at dinner, when his father would ask "How was everyone's day," his mother would report on her son's mischief. Sometimes his father would wait until after dinner to bring out his belt. Other times, right there and then, he would administer his displeasure.

It befuddled you. Education at the point of the sword—a paradox if ever you saw one. But it wasn't something you ever personally experienced growing up, getting "disciplined" in that manner.

Your father…

>wasn’t around much
>wasn't around at all
>wasn’t prone to violence

Your name is Johan, no last name given. Although you had to admit that self-nomenclature was of little import at the moment.

Especially now that you were in such a surreal landscape, one that was ever shifting and turning. It was a place were neither day nor night reigned--yet both divided their realms in the sky in an almost perfect line. What remained of the moon brightened your way in spite of this paradox; the newly minted stars speckled the sky like... well, stars.

On the subject of the heavenly bodies, the moon itself was shattered in the sky, bleeding out a waterfall of clear-dark liquid onto the mountain that it was closest to. The theater that was once proudly upon it was in shambles, barely recognizable. These three changes were, somehow, direct consequences of the actions of your lover. You intended to speak with her about that later, preferably after you all stop running for your lives.

The once strange and twisting town, placid as it also once was, was now slowly inundated with a deluge of moon-water, overwhelming the streets and alleyways until merging with the ocean. Said sea rose into the ports and piers and made the canals overflow. Market stalls were extricated by the water's force and slowly drifted away, roads became slick with a dark tinted water, buildings became flooded. But oddest of all was that the winding, changing, shifting and almost living town had now gained a semblance of stagnancy despite being overwhelmed by a flood.

Two people tailed behind you: Jeremy keeping a steady pace while Mimi was quickly catching up to you. While Jeremy was a good friend and a decent enough fellow in your eyes, though to be fair you'd only known him for less than half a week, Mimi was the person most close to you. And she was your aforementioned lover. While the idea of having a <span class="mu-i">girlfriend</span> was something you never really considered in your mind (at least not in a conscious level) there was definitely some romantic tension the two of you shared with each other. Now that you thought about it, <span class="mu-r">it was mostly at Mimi's insistence and assertion to be close to you that served as the catalyst to the relationship.</span> At the very least, <span class="mu-b">that strange aversion and frustration you held towards mimes was slowly being eroded, thanks to her.</span>

You are the self-proclaimed KING of the WASTELAND.

Ever since the great BIG BOOM in the far off year of 2007, the world has gotten pretty nasty–ruins and mutants litter the desert wasteland all around you, roving bands of warlord kings and factions in all sorts of endless wars.

You never did much mind, though, as you kept to yourself in your reclusive “castle” (a pre-BIG BOOM convenience store) with your friend and roommate, DUKE NASU, watching one of your 24 copies of SUPERBAD (2007) and pumping iron–that is, at least, until a demolition company drove up to your front door.

You found out your castle was apparently on land that fell under the titleship of a “GUN KING”, who sought to evict you and bulldoze it into the ground. You took ownership of the demolitionist’s wrecking ball and drove out to the GUN KING’S castle to confront him on the matter.

You managed to infiltrate his castle whereupon you engaged in one-on-one combat with the king, PANZER GRAAD–however, defeating him only led to the appearance of another freak, the “MUTANT KING,” who kidnapped your dear friend DUKE NASU to bring him to its kingdom. You need to get him back.

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<span class="mu-i">“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,
A gun, bed and funeral for free.
That’s my lot in the Black Company.”</span>

It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named <span class="mu-s">The Rot</span>, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.

20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.

A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.

And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…

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Welcome back! Don't worry, you didn't miss a thread, I just completely failed to label the prior one correctly. That aside, last time: Mark worked his assignment at Wayne Manor and set off a domino chain that eventually led to the raid of Scarecrow's most recent Fear Toxin Laboratory, funded by Kal Quincy Late.
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"I was just checking in." You say, trying to stay casual. "He was one of the first calls I ever took and I promised to look out for him."

"You promised?" Caesar asks, he pauses for a moment before following up. "Did you promise my dad?"

"I did." You reply quietly, like your words could physically break the stillness in the air. "But uh... there is something worth celebrating still. We nabbed Scarecrow today."

"Woah." Caesar marvels.

"Did Batman help?" Isabelle chirps as she gnaws on a plain tortilla.

"Nope, GCPD did it ourselves... with SOME help."

"Who helped?" Caesar asks, he and his sister locked in on your story.

"The Quick Response Team, they're like SWAT basically. But uh... you know how it is. Can't really tell you anymore until the case moves along but, I feel good about it."

"Maybe we'll be out of here in time for me to go back to school." Caesar muses.

"Oh?" His mother laughs gently. "NOW you want to go to school?"

"Yeah..." Caesar grumbles, his eyes fixed on his plate as he shifts food around. "I gotta be like... responsible."

"Oh, mi dulce hijo." She coos.

"Mamá, para." He groans as his face goes a bit red.

"It's good you wanna go back to school, man." You say with a smile. "You interested in college at all?"

"If we could afford it." He shrugs. "Maybe."

"Hijo, that's an issue for me to worry about. Not you."

"There's options for that too." You bring up. "Scholarships, grants, and stuff."

Caesar shrugs again.

"Though I guess it depends on what you wanna do when you're older."

"I saw Caesar looking up stuff about the police." Isabelle happily blabs much to Caesar's chagrin.

"Izzy..." He groans. "It ain't like that, I dunno what I want to do. I just wanna help you out with Izzy." Caesar looks up to his mom who blinks away some misty eyes.

"You're so sweet, hijo. But we'll be okay, you have to focus on yourself too. Maybe you can do something with art? You're always drawing, right?"

"I could also work with Julian at the docks. He said they're always looking for people to help move crates."

"Julian. The same Julian who gave you bags of stolen oranges to sell?" His mother asks with a pointed voice.

"Mom I-"

"I don't like that boy." She says simply.

The Sixth Thread of Fatale Albion!

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Unfortunately thread #5 wasn’t archived so I have to use archived.moe: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6264085

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<span class="mu-s">INTRO</span> (Please do not skip this)

◕ Fatale Albion is a Spin-Off of Lumina Canima’s “Meguca Royale”, taking place in the U.K. Three players are currently taking part in this game. They each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This Quest will have major spoilers for PMMM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want me to ruin it for you, watch it right now or else. If you still want to read and participate in this quest then I’ll have something to show you.


◕ In the previous thread: Abigail and Stephanie successfully stop a stabbing in school caused by a Familiar by using bravery, connections, and a rifle from the Victorian Era. They commiserate over the escalation that the Witch is causing, more violent and targeted actions will make the building inhospitable. Megan and Oliver decide to escalate in response by bringing guns to school.
In a different part of York, a girl named Emily is Contracted, smuggles a body, and enters her paradise with the help of a strange but helpful girl named Marisa.
Abigail is now asleep in class, Stephanie is going to cause a localised blackout, and Emily will explain her way of life.

<span class="mu-s">OTHER STUFF</span>

>Can I also join in the suffering?

I’ve decided that I’m accepting new players for now. Just fill in this Contract Form and you’ll be all set.

Name: (The name of your character. Shameless Self-Insert or not)
Appearance: (The garish looks of your character. Clothing descriptions are also welcome.)
Quirks: (Personality traits, how they behave. Examples of how they act in specific situations are good. This space is vague intentionally, but remember: Simplicity is power and Brevity is the Soul of Wit.)
Wish: (The Wish that you made with your Incubator. Your magical ability and theme is influenced heavily by your Wish. Make sure to be careful, some wishes have unforeseen consequences.)

It has been 100 years since ancient beings, known as the Old Ones, walked the Earth with their two strong feet. Now they are gone and we animals now rule the remains that they left behind. With our new knowledge of sword and sorcery, we were able to survive in peace for a while, but then came the three factions.
The Apes: Strong giants, claiming to be as just as the old ones and believe they should be the ones to rule over the new world.
The Pigs: An intellectual but slothful group who wish to rule the world with an iron hoof and remain kings while the others remained as dumb animals.
Then there the Lizards: A fast and large group that want to set the world a blaze. Trying to forget the harsh past that the old ones left.
All three sides wishing to go war and destroy one another to bring in what they believe to be true peace.
But, unbeknownst to everyone, there was another group. One that was trying their best to find a way to heal everyone. To bring back order.
You found it.... and now you are taking care of it.

A D&D Homebrew Adventure.

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