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Silly mission for a friend nyehehhe

ID:/EmqTLyn No.6365808 View ViewReplyOriginalReport
Hello!
I have a silly mission for the people who read this,i have a friend who love being followed in his tiktok accound,why? Idk He literally tells me that people are following him out of nowhere even though he doesn't post anything xD,I wanted to surprise him with something. Could you help me get a lot of followers? I mean, it would be funny if I suddenly reached 1k followers or more without posting anything interesting xD (Please don't make me regret doing this to my friend xD) (His account is Bytek.o or also appears like Koru.mov)

Swiftarn Classic NRP #7

ID:AzUZJpYX No.6323689 View ViewReplyLast 50OriginalReport
Another set of tyrns passes and begins again, bringing with it a new set of challenges. The threat of lunar invasion has passed, and with it a new era of peace begins. Of course such things rarely last. Already the nations of the world dabble in tremendous powers that could alter the world. Stolen lunar technologies, tremendous machines worked powered by magic, the holy light of gods and puppets stitched together from broken spirits. The world lurches toward great change, ready or not.

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This a Multiplayer Nation Roleplay! Unfortunately we are full up on players at the moment with no openings expected. Apologies to anyone who wanted to join!

> Global
Across the land all breathe a sigh of relief as the great silver fortresses of the Lunites march into the ocean, never to be seen again. Even those few who can follow them find no trace a tyrn later.

> Turbans
Glorious victory at last! Though the battle rages day and night Turban ingenuity has won the day, developing horrific poisons that leave the invaders trembling and flailing while strikes against key locations of their silver fortress has sent it into retreat toward the ocean! Despite the usage of terrible weapons of magical fog the invaders have been driven back! At the height of the battle a great charge of biotitans slam into the fortress and hurl it into the sea! Glory to the Turquoise Turbans! Nothing remains of the invaders save their memory.

> Vencia
The great cataloging of Taxmoss is an exciting time for the explorers of Vencia as they cross the foreign jungles on the far side of the Tarn. It is of course also a somewhat terrifying time of course, because such activities inevitably lead into the territories of the Red Wall, a fearsome skrit war thing that is decidedly less friendly than the usual Skrit, it seems quite determined to devour everything in reach in fact.
A nutty new gourd is discovered in the jungles, one that curiously grows more like an onion than a normal squash, with most of the plant firmly underground. Getting them pulled free is quite the hassle, fortunately normal Skrit drones are usually handy to help dig them out. When the ants get into the leftover squash left as payment they change color to a curious metallic brown, at least when not near a venk. Is this some sort of magical thing?
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Runeterra Quest - Snow & Blood - A One Shot

ID:95CweTtU No.6363876 View ViewReplyOriginalReport
<span class="mu-s">How are we doing this?</span>

Votes are tallied every hour on the dot.

You have three basic Approaches that function as a base for your character's strengths and weaknesses when facing problems, represented after the three Noxian principles.

<span class="mu-s">MIGHT</span> — Strength, vigor, health, constitution, resistance, resilience, brutality, violence, combat.
<span class="mu-s">GUILE</span> — Dexterity, agility, precision, charisma, stealth, persuasion, illusion, deception.
<span class="mu-s">VISION</span> — Will, perception, magic, occult, intellect, knowledge, wisdom, strategy.

To perform a <span class="mu-s">roll</span> you just have to <span class="mu-s">roll 2d6</span>, plus whatever points you have in the most appropriate <span class="mu-s">Approach</span> for what you're trying to do.

<span class="mu-s">2-5 - Failure </span> — Suffer all of the appropriate consequences.
<span class="mu-s">6-9 - Complication</span> — The action is partially successful. Something goes wrong in the process.
<span class="mu-s">10+ Success! </span> — The action succeeds without problem. The higher the better!

<span class="mu-s">This post will be a one-shot quest; we'll run the full story and then be done with it for now!</span>

They'd warned you that the weather in the Freljord was the coldest in all of Valoran but you hadn't expected it to be this bad. Snow falls all around you as you try fruitlessly to peer into the horizon from the deck of the warship that's bringing you and a hundred other bastards plus a handful of commanding officers into the frozen hell that is the Freljord. You can't see anything, though; all you get is a white screen of fog and snow in every direction, were it not for the lapping of the waves against the black hull of the ship and the gentle rocking they bring you would think you're not even moving at all!

It's... scary, truth be told. You know this is your one chance, the only opportunity you've got and you don't want to screw it up, and still the fear that grips your heart doesn't let go. You look away from the sea of white to notice General Darron is there, walking from conscript to conscript, all in similar situations to you. Forced into this mission without even knowing what you're doing. All young. All lacking equipment beyond the bare minimum Trifarian armor and blades. Darron, a tall man with dark skin and an even darker suit of heavy armor, is approaching you and you quickly straighten your back, hand to your chest in the proper salute though he's already waving his hands dismissively as he gets closer.

"Name and origin?" He inquires, pulling a small wooden board with papers on it, it's clear he's doing a census of sorts for all the conscripts.

<span class="mu-s">Who are you?</span>
> Name
> Gender
> Nation of Origin

Also choose a Background, check the pic to see the options.
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Duck Quest

ID:NKDeiitA No.6346319 View ViewReplyLast 50OriginalReport
You are a DUCK. You live a good life and enjoy a diet of worms, pondweed, amphibians, seeds, and of course, the occasional spattering of bread.

Life has been slow at the pond.
>What do?
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Task Force Vanguard, Execution Team 04 - Last Stand

ID:iTgG7o4p No.6324636 View ViewReplyLast 50OriginalReport
<span class="mu-s">Monday</span>
<span class="mu-s">Grid Sector 11873, Defensive Position "Razorback"</span>

The Bradley 1A5 kept firing with it's auto-cannon at the incoming target. One of it's tracks, the left one, was damaged. The rack of guided missiles had been emptied days ago and there hadn't been the chance to refill them.

Quartermaster "Godmother" was inside the basement of a ruined house, missing it's second floor and portions of the first. The structure of plywood would provide minimal protection or cover, which was why he was underground.

Beside him was Jack Price, the Engineer from MARS Incorporated, now a Lieutenant in what remained of the Armed Forces.

Finally, if he was still alive, was Capt. Harry Grand from the Air Force.
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In the basement was a Javelin guided missile, loaded, but with no available reloads. There was also MARS MPAR, a laser guided upgrade of the FGM-172A SRAW project. That system and a single reload were bundled together. Both would require firing from outside or the precarious top floor.

The other explosive options were the drum fed, six shot 40mm Milkor MGL.... OR three disposable AT-4ERs.

There was closed crates that may or may not have additional supplies, but the three of them didn't know how to operate that many weapons outside the rocket launchers and a basic M16A4.

There was the blowtorch and Quik Patch case, if Jack wanted to try repairing the Bradley.
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Big Eisekai

ID:vsJ5GqSq No.6334084 View ViewReplyLast 50OriginalReport
Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before.
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The Invisible Woman

ID:9GGcNANr No.6362934 View ViewReplyOriginalReport
Why does no one react to her?

I was just calmly sitting by the campus fountain, when I saw a young woman walking around. She frequently kept looking around, her arms tightly crossed and firmly pressed against her chest. Even from here I could tell that she was cold, which wasn’t surprising given the fact that she was nude. At first I thought that it was a dare of some kind, but then I saw that no one even acknowledged her presence. I could’ve believed that some people would ignore her, but it made no sense that this many people would ignore her on a place as crowded as here.

I saw her walking up to a girl intensely reading her textbook, as she put her hand between the reader and the text.

No reaction.

She jumped in front of two guys, wildly waving her arms to attract their attention.

No reaction.

She boldly stepped behind a college professor and whispered something in her ear.

A reaction at last, one that both surprised the professor and scared the woman. The young lady almost shrunk into herself while grabbing the skin just below her throat, while the professor only kept looking around to find the origin of the whispering.

What was going on here? Why did no one see her? Does she even exist, or am I hallucinating? I had to know. I just had to. I slowly walked behind, with every step my heart started beating faster and faster. I reached my hand outward, and without thinking about it I just grabbed her shoulder. What followed was a loud shriek, several confused faces looking at me, and one mortified face watching around herself.

“Oh crap, you know where I am?!” The young woman softly spoke, while hiding her nude form.

“W-well, yeah. I’ve seen you for a little while already.”

“You’ve SEEN me?!” She almost yelled. “Shit, can everyone see me?!”

“I don’t think so, I believe I might be the only one.” I noticed that others were starting to stare in our direction, so I cupped my ear. “Sorry, my volume was a bit loud.” I said to the onlookers, who started to lose interest.

“Can we continue this talk somewhere private?” Asked the girl, although it sounded more like a command.
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Civilization Thread

ID:oD5nEfik No.6323590 View ViewReplyOriginalReport
Pick race and location
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