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Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Missval
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Your name is Orin Thanewood. Also known as Hopper. Also known as Taylor. You don’t like people knowing your real name. Only a handful do. And the reason for that? It’s simple. You don’t like thinking about the past. Some wounds still ache. But that doesn’t matter right now.

Today was… eventful. Another fight with your ex that you had to mediate, a sharp reprimand from the higher-ups and an oddly relaxing sauna with a girl you still couldn’t figure out. The strange part? All of it was connected. You were supposed to take Carmine with you for a meeting, but instead, you brought the new girl. Why? A gut feeling. Maybe she just felt easier to be around.

But none of that matters anymore. What matters is meeting with the other regents of Kuchinashi. You thought it was a golden opportunity to forge alliances, solve problems, and earn some renown for the White Fang. Maybe it could even mend some of the damage from the fallout you had with Carmine and Sienna.

Now? Now you weren’t so sure. Shelly wanted nothing to do with this mess (And you couldn’t blame her). She even suggested leaving the city, maybe taking Sora along. The idea… piqued your interest. But first, you had to get through this meeting.

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Gruq wake up.

Grug was sleep on fur and rock. Rock warm from fire. Fire now ember.

Light from sun outside light up inside of cave. Grug see tribe. Tribe still sleep. Light hit Grug Eyes. Grug lift up hand to block light. Grug see hand.

Grug is You! Joy! Grug take moment to appreciate life.

Grug take introspective look at life so far. Grug achieve much! But what Grug Do?

>Hunter
Grug strong like beast. Grug hunt and fight with club, spear, rock, bow, and more. Grug Kill to feed tribe. Grug protect tribe! Other say Grug dumb. But Grug say "Who care?"

>Gatherer
Grug sly, hardy. Grug know what fruit to eat, what grass makes feel good, what berry make feel good or bad. Grug know plant like hand. Other say Grug weak. They no say that when hungry.

>Crafter
Grug handy with tool, build and make things for tribe. Grug Cut hide, put up wall, knap flint. Grug make spear, pretty thing, and ropes. Other say Grug useless, without others. Grug know work important.

>Knowledge Keeper
Grug know things. Grug Smart. Track star and moon. Grug track herds and clouds. Grug Know when it rain, Grug Know when it stop. Grug say sky fire happen soon, it does. Grug keep record on wall, Like keepers before him.

>Barterer
Everyone think Grug nice, warm. Even beast and animal. When Elders meet with other tribes, Grug with them. Grug make trade with travelers. Everyone happy. Some people think Grug too trusting. But they think say that to Grug be mean.

>Mystic
Grug See Spirits of things, dead elders and trees and beast. Grug learn under shaman. To cast bones and see future, to shoot fire from hand and talk to beast. Grug not yet at that level of skill yet. Grug learning.

>Grug not fit any of these.
Grug life not this. Grug Something else.

>>[QM here, all these have potential to grow in power, and are not contained by just their little description. Have Fun, Good Luck!]

You are still William. Currently framing several mages as arsonists for breaking school property to get the school hall monitors to come and beat their shit in.

You are barely more than nothing at all, less than a ghost, less than a memory. You have no past, there is no future, yet. An apt metaphor might describe you as one tadpole among many, swimming in a warm pool. This metaphor is not entirely accurate, but it will suffice, for to describe the connection between the starving tadpole you are and the reality shaping god you might become would be no easy task.

You have no name and no features, though for the sake of organization the universe will permit you a single character to mark your identity.

You are hungry, and growing hungrier. Two sources of nourishment present themselves to your fragile and nascent mind. The first is to drink from the warm water that you swim in, of which there is only a little remaining. The second is to lash out and slaughter your brothers and sisters, whose bodies will return to the warm water from whence you all came.

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Character Submission:

Name: The universe grants you a single character for your name, to better keep track of you.

Backstory: You have none. This warm water in this dark place is all you have ever known.

Motivation: You are hungry, which dominates your thoughts, but perhaps something else lurks behind the haze.

Corpus: You have three Corpus, which represents your integrity as a less than a memory thing. At zero Corpus you cease to exist entirely, unless you possess a Domain, in which case you merely fall into a coma, and restore 1 Corpus at the start of the next turn. Such a state leaves you terribly vulnerable however.

Might: You have three Might. When you attack you roll a die with sides equal to your Might.

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Available Actions: You may take two actions. At the end of your turn you will lose 1 Corpus, unless you have acquired a Domain. It is unclear how this might be achieved.

Drink: You drink from the Warm Water, and gain 1 Corpus, reducing the total water by 1.

Attack: You attack one of your brothers and sisters. Choose one. Roll a die with sides equal to your Might. Their Corpus is reduced by the result of the dice roll and is added to the Warm Water.

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The State of the Universe:
There is you, and your siblings, all identical for now, save a single character the universe has allowed you for a name. You swim in a great lake of warm water, a tiny wriggling thing. The more curious of your siblings discover a smooth and firm wall encircling you on the side and bottom, with no corners, only smooth curves.

There appears to be 30 units of warm water here to feed you and your kin. It is unclear if it will be enough.

Previously on With Great Power Quest: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=With%20Great%20Power%20Quest
and Rites of the Red Wizard Quest: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5043544/#q5045606

A million dollars.

It's change your life money. It's fuck you, I got mine money. It's more money than I'd ever seen. And here it was in the palm of my hand, written out on a check with the stamp of a Qatari oil dynasty on it, crumpled up in the corners from totting it around in my back pocket the last couple of hours. There was a lot I could do with a million dollars. But what I was going to do with it?

I put it down in front of Dad. He was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee, Carmen having a shower in the back.

"What's this?" he said, then his eyes narrowed. "What's that?" He pointed to the cut on my forearm.

"So you haven't watched the news," I said, sitting across from him. He sucked his teeth before taking a sip of his black coffee. "I did something dumb, but it paid off pretty good. Saved a rich guy's life and well, you can use his money more than I can."

Dad's eyebrows shot up and now he took the check in hand, read it over. Looked back to me.

"This legit?" he said. I nodded. Pretty sure it was.

"Thank Prince Zahir al'Mirza," I said.

He didn't smile, he didn't know what to do. He dropped the check like it was venomous.

"No, this is bullshit," he said, stunned, "A million dollars?"

"You're over forty and still working construction," I said, "We live in a shithole in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. You have a baby on the way, a wedding to plan with Miss Flores."

"Yeah," he said, "But a million dollars? No one just gives away a million dollars."

I shrugged. Maybe not, but the money was there.

"This is your money anyway," he said, "You earned it." He pushed the check across the table toward me.

"I don't need it," I said, pushing it back.

"You can find a good cause for it, better than me," he said, pushing it back.

Stubborn old asshole. We both tightened our jaws, glaring across the table at each other. The showerhead switched off, the glass door sliding back on its rollers in the silence. Take the money, I thought. Take the fucking money.

"It could pay for your college tuition, and anything else you ever wanted," he said.

"All I want is to take care of you guys," I said.

"I don't need taking care of," he replied. The sound of Carmen's footsteps coming down the hall.

>Fucking hell Dad, just take the money!
>Fine, what if we split it, 50/50?
>If you're going to be an ass, okay I will keep it
>(write-in)

im on a quest to decode this text
help a brother out

Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.


A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.

Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?

Previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6143578/

Gongallaverse:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20Gaol

You are Rosa Montagni, and you've had just returned from a successful raid on a cultist cave, only to find a commotion in the town of Pinewatch. A large autowagon came in, claiming from the north; their driver claimed to have had a shootout with bandits. And yet, there's no bullet marks, and while the passengers were wounded, the driver wasn't. Then there's this mysterious gunman camping the back of the clinic, as well as the mischievous goblin girl Rita from the brothel and the missing theatre troupe actor, Hammy. Just as you think things were getting simpler...

This is <span class="mu-g">Gob</span>. He is a goblin going to Fantasy University in the year 200X, and he wants a girlfriend!
Like his peers, he is looking for love and validation. He has no idea how to achieve either, but he is willing to try most things to achieve his goals.
Graduating would also be nice, but that is currently Gobs priority number two.

First day of school is about to start. Gob takes a look at the school pamphlet all new students receive:
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<span class="mu-b">Pre-start seminar on study techniques and other handy tips (9:15-10:30)
Library opens. Curriculum books sale and trade (10:00-18:00)
Introduction to speaking Common: The bridge between cultures (10:00-10:45)
Headcount and registration at the auditorium (11:00-12:30) </span> <span class="mu-r">(MANDATORY)</span>
<span class="mu-b">Pizza for new students and faculty (12:45-14:00)
Language and culture exhibition stands (12:45-18:15)
How to maintain mental health during hardships and setbacks (14:15-15:15)
Volunteer program introductions at the auditorium (15:00-18:00)
Forest walk, sponsored by Save the Unicorn Foundation (16:15-17:15) </span>
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Quite a lot of things the school has to offer first day. None of them about how to get a girlfriend unfortunately.

The clock is currently 8:00.

<span class="mu-r">What does Gob start the day with? (You can vote for multiple at a time) </span>
>Eat breakfast
>Brush teeth
>Shower
>Sleep a bit longer
>Check out the university grounds
>Attend event (which one?)
>Write in

You are the Cabinet of the United States, picked by the newly elected President. With a sweeping new mandate to reform the government and bring the United States Back on Track, The President has decided to give more authority and power to The Cabinet, to prove his commitment to decisive reform and maintaining the democratic principles of this great country. For too long has power been invested in the executive, the responsibility of leadership placed on the shoulders of one man; now it’s time for the democratic will of the people to make itself heard!

Hello and welcome to the Departmental Quest, a multiplayer quest where (you) play as members of the Cabinet of the United States, leading one of its many powerful departments in the administration of me, The President. In this quest (you) can shape the direction of American policy; forge a new path, make it great again, feud among yourselves, or focus on whatever you want. I’ve built this quest with a lot of player freedom in mind, so it’s up to you what you want to do with the powers and responsibilities The President has granted you. Good luck.


Once you’ve read the rules, please pick your cabinet position:

<span class="mu-s">THE CABINET</span>

>Vice President - Veto and voting power, in addition to the writing of executive orders (which the President must sign off on)

>Secretary of Defense (Department of Defense, DoD)

>Secretary of State (Department of State, DOS)

>Secretary of the Treasury (Department of Treasury, USDT)

>Secretary of Health and Human Services (Department of Health and Human Services, HHS)

>Secretary of Homeland Security (Department of Homeland Security, DHS)

>Attorney-General (Department of Justice (DoJ)

>Secretary of Energy (Department of Energy, DOE)

>Secretary of Education (Department of Education)

>Secretary of Labor (Department of Labor, DOL)

>Secretary of Agriculture and the Interior (Department of Agriculture and the Interior, DAI)

In case of simultaneous picking, the two (or more) anons will roll for the position. Losers have to pick a new one.

If you have any questions, about the rules or the details of your role, please ask and I’ll do my best to answer them.

Any vacant positions will operate at a reduced level in the background, but if new up and coming candidates are found they may pick from the vacant spots.

If all cabinet positions are filled and there are still cabinet hopefuls, more positions will be made available.

Alternatively, you may petition the President for control of an existing department or organisation not within this list, subject to Presidential Veto.

The world of Aenolyn is steeped in struggle. The powerful empires of yore have crumbled, the wisdom of the pantheon has gone quiet, and the grip of mankind has weakened. This is an Age of Despair...

But not for you!

Every few centuries, the stars align and anoint a Wizard. Today, you have become that Wizard! An architect of arcana! A scion of spells! A true master of magic! You alone can do sorcery beyond whole circles of archmagi!

Once you figure out how to actually do it. Right now you're still reeling from your mystic awakening. You're pretty sure you hit your head on the way down. Ouch. You lay in the mud and try to collect your bearings.

Who are you?

>Proud Ditchdigger: You never learned how to read, write, or 'rithmatic. You don't need it when you know the value of hard work! (Serf)
>Lazy Aristocrat: You never worked a day in your life. You don't need to when you have your household servants! (Noble)
>Orphaned Squire: You saw your knight get slain by orcs and have been running ever since. You learned his lessons well but they're on your trail! (Fighter)
>Hungry Pickpocket: You escaped the gallows after stealing from a fruit stand. You are on the run from the law and a hefty bounty! (Rogue)
>Failed Apprentice: You were expelled from the mage's tower for your terrible spellwork. You'll show them! You'll show them all! (Mage)
>Village Idiot: You are severely disabled and never got any help. Basic interaction will be difficult. (Hard Mode)

I'm annoyed at the civs that start and go nowhere, so here we are. This might be a oneshot, this might not. We shall see.