Choose race:

> Velociraptors
> Loli Vampires
> Reincarnating Druids

Choose Location:

> Continent Wide Jungle
> Lovecraftian Megacity
> Menhirs Of Trial And Error

You are the head chef of the Michelin 3-star restaurant “Pequod Pizzeria.” Despite its name, it has more than just Italian cuisine: this restaurant is famous for offering nearly any dish in existence, no matter how obscure or expensive.

It was a slow evening, and you’re thinking about closing early. Your manager, Ahab, went out for a walk. He’s stressed about the falling revenues, since it turns out offering EVERYTHING is astronomically expensive. If you can’t find a big fish to shell out some serious cash, you’ll be out of a job by Monday.

Suddenly, an enormous man tumbles through the front doors. He brings with him a posse of servants sailing around his orbit, like remoras rushing to his aid. He leverages his immensity onto an embroidered couch normally reserved for fancy events, and his servants pull together several tables around their corpulent chief. Before you can protest, the big man bellows to you:

<span class="mu-s">“HELLO. MY NAME IS RICHARD MOBY. I AM EXCEEDINGLY RICH AND OWN A BARGE. GIVE ME FOOD AND I GIVE YOU MONEY.”</span>

You know your manager is vehemently fat-phobic (he once banned a husky man for sneaking extra breadsticks), but you can’t pass up this opportunity. You cautiously step over to Richard, keeping a safe distance.

“Of course sir,” you say. “But….are you sure you can afford this?”

<span class="mu-s">”OF COURSE I CAN AFFORD THIS. I OWN A BARGE. NOW GO FETCH ME YOUR FINEST.”</span>

You nod and stride to the kitchen, where your team of cooks and supervisors are hiding. They heard the booming noise and thought it was an earthquake. You tell them of the situation:

1. You have limited time: you estimate your team can probably make about 10 dishes before your manager comes back.

2. The dishes need to be expensive, but not too expensive so you are able to turn a profit.

3. The portion sizes need to be filling. If Richard isn’t satisfied, he may just waddle away without paying his bill.

What dish will you ask them to make first?

How humiliating.

You, <span class="mu-s">the First Princess of the Flower Kingdom</span>, have been unceremoniously stripped of all your jewels and finery before being dumped buck naked into the <span class="mu-s">Hollow Labyrinth</span>. You expected many things when the <span class="mu-s">Boar Empire</span> invaded: losing your head, being forcibly wed to the son of their emperor, or even getting passed around between their lowborn soldiers like a cheap prostitute in the worst case. Being forced into a naked dive of the Hollow Labyrinth - the lucrative yet dangerous dungeon that sits beneath <span class="mu-s">Rose City</span> - to earn your "freedom" was not on the list.

The scrying orb recording the whole affair for the sick and twisted entertainment of <span class="mu-s">Emperor Buta</span> and his five demon generals was to be expected. The Boar Empire has a habit of tormenting the royals of conquered nations. Unfortunately for him, that pig Buta mistook you for an ordinary woman, the weak and vulnerable sort who would shrink up when her gowns were torn away as if hiding her shame.

There is nothing shameful about your body.

Your skin is like flawless white marble, your lips like plump red rose petals. Your eyes sapphires, your hair spun gold that falls in perfect curls, your features chiseled by the artistic hands of your personal trainer over the course of twenty five years into an immaculate monument to tomboyish athleticism. You worked <span class="mu-i">hard</span> to shape your mind and body into a treasure greater than any of the silks or jewels those brutes stripped from you, and if they thought you would shrink away <span class="mu-i">humiliated</span> by putting the fruits of your labor on display, they are fools.

No, what is humiliating is the fact that these barbarians managed to overwhelm the elite forces of the <span class="mu-s">Flower Knights</span> with nothing but human wave tactics. Not what they've done with the power that they hold over you now, but the fact that they have any power over you at all fills you with a deep sense of disgust.

"Once I've conquered this dungeon, I am going to kill you," you tell the scrying sensor and whoever is behind it. It is not a growl of anger, simply a statement of fact.

There is no exit from the Hollow Labyrinth, not until you defeat one of its Floor Bosses. Even then, you suspect that pig Buta sealed you in with one of the tools that locks dimensional space until the last bost has been slain. No doubt he wants to display your broken and mangled corpse to your people, to demoralize them even further.

Well, you will not give him the satisfaction.

<span class="mu-s">Many paths are open to you now...</span>
>A set of grand, red double doors requires much force to push open.
>A narrow passage winds off into the darkness
>A broken portcullis allows access to a gently moving waterway
>A once hidden door has fallen open, revealing a secret hallway.
>A light above is a hole in the roof. You can climb to it

This is a WiP game and some (or many) aspects of it are subject to change.
-
-
>The Setting
The Democratic Republic of Congo. About 3.5 times the size of Texas, or about the size of the United States east of the Mississippi River.

This is set after the events of the famous /k/ thread about Africa and Paratroopers

While the worst of the fighting was during the First Congo War, and the bulk of the fighting during the Second Congo War is over, the area is on track to suffer millions more deaths. These lives won't be lost in large, "epic" tank on tank battles like earlier, or the kinds of notable guerilla warfare of the "Vietnam War". No one is going to win, nothing is going to be figured out or settled. Vengeance will result in vengeance, and observers wonder if anyone involved actually has any ideology or beliefs.

And there is a lot of groups. Groups within groups, sub factions within sub factions, and factions that are puppets of puppets.

I advise you pause here and read the somewhat questionable, but entertaining /k/ "African Paratrooper thread". Otherwise...

THE MONSTER KING ROARS!

A hundred years ago, during a GREAT WAR, Maou, THE MONSTER KING, has been defeated and sealed away by human HEROES. For a hundred years, he was biding his time, and recovering his strengh.

During that time, MONSTERS didn't dissapear from the world, but with MONSTER KING sealed, a person would need to be exceptionaly evil to transform. Places with evil aura can also spawn monsters on it's own! But not often. And with monster population low, the HEROES could always beat them back.

But now THE MONSTER KING stirs in his prison. He releases his power into the world in a terryfying roar! Humans who's heart is black on the inside, the ones harboring EVIL within them, cannot withstand the call of their inner monster, and by the power of MONSTER KING'S ROAR they transform!

You are a wizard of the Tower. You have come of age and are now considered a journeyman of your order. You must go out into the strange and alien outside world for the first time to learn from it, take from it, and give back what you will.

Wizardry is a vast collection of arts and disciplines that amount to more knowledge than any one man could learn in a lifetime. However, all are roads that join together into the singularly divine path of magic. Your time in the tower has started you down the path of three. Each of these pursuits represent a lifetime commitment and will never be abandoned or added onto. The Tower emphasizes singular mastery above varied mediocrity.

>Path of War: You can kill and defend yourself with magic. You wear magic armor and carry a mystical blade crafted by your own hand. Your dragon is similarly armed and armored, and has likewise been trained in the arts of war to serve as your flying war mount. Other disciplines can be bent to a more martial application when used in conjunction with this one.

>Path of the Healer: You can mend wounds and cure the sick and dying. You are versed in various methods protection against maligned powers. You know much of the secrets of herbs and animals. Your dragon is larger and healthier than others of his kind because of the beneficial powers you have surrounded him with since hatching him. He can share his life force with you when you're in need of it. Other disciplines can be bent towards a more constructive and beneficial end when used in conjunction with this one.

>Language of the Spirits: You know how to commune with the elements. You carry in some form a sample of True Earth, Fire, Water, and Air by which to work with the four pillars of creation. Other disciplines gain immense power when used in conjunction with this one.

>Necromancy: You commune with the souls, remains, and remnants of men and beasts that have since moved on from this world, yet still linger. Great wisdom and knowledge, as well as power can be learned from those that have come before. Threats by which no mortal power can overcome may be dealt with more directly when using this strange and darkest of arts. When used in conjunction with other magic deeper meaning, greater insights, and mysteries undreamed of by mortal man open up to you. Your dragon may take you to the borders of the afterlife, but not even he can move beyond them.

>cont.

Threads 1, 2, 3, 4: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Halo:%20Spartan%202%20War%20Reports
Active Spartan Roster: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12PTTzwcNVbQbIC101lrcrQQZKWhK3myTLWEQ0A1ybj8/edit?gid=0#gid=0
_
Sven-033's Qualities: [Special] Giant, [Special] Spartan-II, Maverick, Officer [Lieutenant], Wunderkind, Inspiring.
Sven-033's Advancement Paths: Brawler: Open Hand: 5/10 Bulwark: Unbreakable: 5/10 Grenadier: 4/10| Diplomat 1/6 Infiltrator 1/6 Scrounger 2/6 Tactician 1/6| Jotun 1/4
Sub objective Progress: Artificial Artisan 3/?| Blade Breaker 1/?
_
<span class="mu-s"> Current Mission: Mission 4: Operation: FALLEN- VALKYRIE

Mission Wide Optional Sub Objective : Accomplish primary objective without causing Alarm or alerting the locals/ rebel elements to the Spartan presence on black sands

Secret mission wide objective: Prevent the Einherjar on Black Sands from warning the others


Violet Team (Sven-033, Shika-108, Nesta-097, Illya-077)
Primary: Capture or Terminate VIP, Ingrid Askeland, Einherjar Political asset Codenamed Herfjötur, and retrieve her remains if she is neutralized

Optional Sub Objective 1: Capture additional Einherjar non combatants alive or dead

Secret objective 1: [FILE ENCRYPTED]

Secret objective 2: Capture or destroy the first and last shipment of "Bad Medicine"
_
Indigo Team (James-005, Daisy-023, Cal-141, Anton-044)

Primary: Neutralize the Elite Einherjar Unit, the Rødt skjegg, either through complete decimation or extreme loss of irreplaceable veteran fighters

Optional Sub Objective 1: Capture "Erik The Red" Alive

Secret Objective: Prevent a false flag attack planned by the Red Beards, intended to cause further public distress and lower trust in the trustworthiness of the UNSC's peace making efforts
_
Lilac Team (Naomi-010, Jorge-052, Solomon-069, Malcom-059)
Primary: Ensure the safety of non einherjar aligned insurrectionist leaders/ groups

Optional Sub Objective 1: Keep all the VIPs alive to Mission end

Optional Sub Objective 2: Keep more than 50% of non essential members of the delegation alive to mission end

Secret objective 1: [FILE ENCRYPTED
Secret objective 2: [FILE ENCRYPTED </span>
_

"Illya, lets talk shop" You say, keeping alert and scanning the Landing Zone's perimeter

"About what, Sir?" She asks immediately, pausing her own watch to glance your direction to acknowledge your request. Which was important, as you hadn't ordered her to give her two cents

"The Covenant Elite Soldier Caste" You tell her and she nods, understanding that you want to have a tactical discussion

"We call them Svartalfar" Shika chimes in "Sven came up with it"

"So that's why the operation was called that" Illya ponders outload "Kurt and the rest of us took to calling them Alligators, Svartalfar is a bit of a mouthful"

"So is Alligator, in all fairness" Nesta butts in, running her hands through her red hair and shaking it as she enjoys the sun and the breeze washing up from the shore.
Cont

Since the arrival of the Eilistraeans, the entire Tenpenny estate has been refurbished, many of its rooms converted to dormitories and facilities all funded by Emitia. The girl spared no expense in providing for your people, ensuring that the building is staffed and adequately supplied, insisting that Sune will provide for them until the children are grown enough to provide for themselves. While you've not acquired the artisanal techniques of your people, there are many skills that you can impart besides fighting - the survival techniques from your ranger training and affinity for dance chief among them.

But you've a more immediate concern that demands your attention - impressing upon these children the culture of the Ilythiiri that was lost with their elders. They speak the local surfacer language, are ignorant to their illustrious history, and have no understanding of who they truly are, something that you have been working diligently to remedy as of late.

The old gallery, once filled with Tenpenny's vulgar paintings, has been completely redone into a library filled with fiction and realmslore. Rows upon rows of dark wood shelves sitting on white tile, surrounding a common area, the chairs arranged in a semicircle around yourself. In attendance are the children, who sit in anticipation of your lecture, their benefactor Emitia Rouzet, High Sorcerer Lael Lathalas, and his apprentices.

What, you wonder, will be the topic of today's lesson?
>Today I will tell them the storied history of Menzoberra the Kinless, one of Lolth's most powerful priestesses and the founder of the city Menzoberranzan itself.
>It is time for a lesson on Ilythiirra. They are learning the basics of our language well enough, but it is important to review regularly..
>I will tell them more of our homeland, the Underdark, Of its many cities and peoples that inhabit it.
>[Write-in.]

Howdy everyone this quest is inspired by Tower Dungeon, Dark Souls and gritty fantasy. With a rather flexible take on the Basic roleplaying Universal Game Engine is the basis for characters, skills and combat.

_

<span class="mu-i"> One Hundred years have passed since the last Vexana Cosmesis influxia - The alignment of stars necessary for the correct partitions of the many seen and unseen angles of reality, allowing the beyond to grasp the physical once more.

Since that moment every hour, minute and second has been counted as Kingdoms heed the awaited dirge. For the First City has returned to the world for just ten years until it is swallowed back by the accursed void, bringing with it relics of the past and horrors of a prophesied future. Dancing along the manic death spiral of time with little reason.

Within the fabled Bed of Incongruity promises immense power and eternal life for all that sunder their way to the hidden cavity. Countless named and forgotten treasures of equal might and greater also await those mad enough to brave the damned metropolis.

The First City lies within once blessed lands, yet the centuries of isolation and exposure to distant dimensions has taken its toll, scattering the returning landscape with foreign contaminants, alien threats and unnatural constructs.

The City's interior itself is a celestial hovel of unnatural geometry as reality bleeds away at the very point where the veil between the many planes awaits, existence is only a second thought here. Many such explorers claim to have witnessed their compatriots simply uncoiling from reality and ascending to the heavens without warning.

The stars have aligned and the way is known, through the hazy miasma the Insane, Brave and Desperate rush like a tide of crashing waves against its walls. </span>

Hey!, que tal, hmmm se que 4chan no es precisamente para esto, Hola... usualmente no uso 4chan porque se que a muchos aquí no les importa lo que me pase o deje de pasarme, sin embargo, yo no onions una persona que suela tomarse problemas muy enserio, solo que, está vez directamente me han difamado diciendo que me besé con mi mejor amigo, cosa que no es así y estoy arta de esto entonces, me gustaría recurrir a ustedes usuarios de 4chan que aunque si bien se que me pongo un tanto en riesgo también se que pueden ayudarme más de lo que imagino, podrían ayudarme?, tengo datos completos, la chica se llama Valeria, me gustaría que esto quede en anónimo por mi parte, se que esto se puede volver en mi contra, pero de verdad necesito vengarme de ella, algo, lo que sea, lo necesito, necesito que me ayuden...más que por qué ustedes quieran, porque yo lo necesito y alguno de ustedes puede desquitarse de cosas que les hayan hecho, porfavor, necesito que me ayuden.. ustedes cómo usuarios de 4chan se que van a entender(≧▽≦)