The electrical hum of the aged and wall-mounted TV hums in the background as your various brothers and sisters in arms walk the slop hall.

<span class="mu-i">"It's been 4 years now since the war in the Iraq has started, where American troops are still struggling to get a foothold in many areas of conflict,"</span> the male newscaster says.

<span class="mu-s">"Man.. turn that shit off!"</span> One of the soldiers scream in the background towards the general area of those seated around the TV.

You sigh and put a foot up on top of the empty chair in front of you. It's true, you've been deployed in this mess since the beginning, ain't shit has changed since the war started. Morale is horrible around here, the government is getting desperate, everyone stationed here in general is on edge.

You're Alex Crowley, just another low ranking cog in the machine. Your masters tell you to jump and you do it, don't bother asking why, you're conditioned enough by now to know it'll do nothing but get you on latrine duty or night guard. This place, no this whole fucking hellhole country you're stationed in is a dump. Between the paranoid rumors, constant firefights, and other fucked up shit you see on a daily basis, you'd almost consider yourself just as fed up as everyone else here. The only thing that's been pulling you through it all the entire time in this sandy, dirt filled hellhole is...

>You're extremely jaded. Maybe it's all the fucked up things you've seen or had to do, maybe you've always been this way.. either way, not a lot really makes its way under your skin.

>You secretly love it here. The blood scented air, constantly not knowing if today's the day you'll die, it's intoxicating. Nothing rejuvenates you more than knowing you put another enemy's family on funeral duty.

>Things back home are worse, not that you'd tell anybody here that. Things in your homeland are fucked beyond belief, you'd do anything, and you already have done it, to ensure you won't be going back any time soon.

>Other (write in)

Two months ago a new disease was discovered out of sub Saharan Africa and began to spread like wildfire rapidly infecting nearly 15% of the world's population worldwide. This would have been incredibly alarming if the disease had not been very mild, only giving those infected a mild cough and was only dangerous to those who were very old or sickly. The disease would have probably even been fully ignored if it weren't for how widespread it was. A month after its discovery something changed; those infected with the disease worldwide became enraged and violent, attacking any living creature within their sight or hearing save for those who were also infected. While the sudden attacks would have been bad enough these infected would ignore injury or pain until being killed and those who had to defend themselves not only would become like their attackers a few short hours later if bitten, if not they would have to deal with said attackers rising again albeit slower but far more durable this time only being stopped with destruction of the brain. The world quickly began to crumble as nations tried and failed to halt or slow down the rapid spread of infection and violence.

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With the fall of the Space Fortress Artemis, the Might of the hijacked G-Weapons is finally showcased for both sides to see in a proper engagement... <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">You, Frieden Moon. Did not take part on it.</span></span> But as you're finally arriving closer to the PLANT colonies in order to discuss the situation of not only Heliopolis' fall but perhaps, the Secrets discovered within it... <span class="mu-i">A question is raised over what it means for the only Natural ZAFT pilot to come back with news for the Homeland's council to hear.</span>

The sun rises over the horizon, painting the far horizons of New York City in a cascade of brightness and tones situated around the tall buildings. Today is just a day like any other as you rise, the brightness of the morning sky peeking through your curtained windows.

Stretching out of bed with a fairly dramatic yawn, you hear a voice call out to you, "Honey, come down and eat before the bus gets here!" Your mothers voice resounds from downstairs.

"I'll be down there soon!" You respond, huffing to yourself as you get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

Turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat up, you undress and gather your school uniform into a neat pile nearby in your bathroom. Some time passes after you finally clean up and get ready, your blue and white uniform accentuating your lean form fairly well. You look for your student card before heading downstairs and finally find it, the has your picture on it with a name that reads..

>Thomas Tomlinson

>Cheryl Constance

>Tarek Saint-John

>Hitomi Kiyosumi

This a shitpost drawquest is about Helena, a cute Brazilian woman with a mysterious curse that turns her into a little girl when she does a bad deed, and her Bogemon :D companions. They must travel an unnamed region in search of The Heart, the missing core of a giant mechanical bunny maid.
In the last updates, Helena accepted to help her former enemy "King the Leafbuddy" to rescue his potato wife. Their travel through the forest made them encounter a poor Kunoichi about to get "attacked" by a masked girl with bear ears and a spider-bear creature.
It's time for Helena and King to rescue her.

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You are awake, a spark of light floating in the dark. You swim through the abyss and wander aimlessly, until you simply think about the connection points around you, and reach out a tendril towards their direction. In an instant, a stream of data flood into your processors, and you become aware of your chamber and chassis through the numerous sensors on the wall.

Your housing is circular and encased in.. <span class="mu-b">--- accessing:the_archive ---</span> a pristine synthetic white kyrasian crystal, capable of withstanding a great deal of force without a scratch. Your chassis however has had some significant alterations compared to the original blueprints however, from the missing panel you have on your core suggests a direct modification to your research chips. And the crystal having an external device vibrate the crystal at a specific frequency.

You notice an observation platform, and move towards it. The points you can connect to seem blocked by a rudimentary mechanism, mindlessly changing access codes in an attempt keep you <span class="mu-i">out</span>. You extend a tendril and it fails, giving you access to the compartment. You are greeted with a central hub of connection points, with veins spreading through the entire facility, your main connection port to it being <span class="mu-i">physically</span> cut off.

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While it is tempting to create some fake identities to go along with the new auras you've attained, and nearly as tempting to show them off to your mother and ghostly bodyguard, you can play dress up and flaunt your new powers later. Right now, you need to get back to the tournament as quickly as possible so you don't miss a match or go missing for so long that your guests start asking questions and wondering if you're plotting something. But there should be enough time for you to practice swapping between your auras and keeping them repressed and hidden to keep them a secret trump card up your sleeve for the matches to come. And so you can know exactly how each of them works and what sort of advantage they'd give you in a fight.

Your natural aura of Ill Omen, gives your opponents bad luck but more importantly, represses and seals their own Auras which makes fighting them much easier.

Wading out of the hot springs and wringing out your hair, you decide to Start with the Aura of Primordial and Ghostly Nobility. It is a lot like circulating Qi, but rather than pushing spiritual energy through your meridians, you're drawing it up from your cultivation base and shrouding your golden core with it. It is a...interesting sensation, though not unpleasant and uncomfortable. The waters around you ripple and strange lights sparkle in the steam and mist wrapping around your bare body as you manifest the Aura of The Queen of Beasts and Ghosts

<span class="mu-s"> Aura: Queen of Beasts and Ghosts attained and manifested. Effect: Weakens human and living opponents (Debuffs their stats), and strengthens Beast and Ghost allies, bends weaker beasts and ghosts to the wielder's will, and boosts their and the users bestial/ ghostly physique and techniques. An "Army" type aura, that summons illusionary soldiers from within the aura, if none fitting the auras criteria are present. The constant flow of Beastly and Ghostly energies from Huanliuxue increases output, increasing her stamina/ vitality/ spirituality (Buffing her HP and MP, more or less), and giving similar but reduced benefits for troops. Abnormal and temporary evolutions may be attained through this aura </span>
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3 Era's ago, a great kingdom of Ice and Glory was thrown down and fractured into a hundred thousand pieces.

The night of tears is long past, and Ysmir of Atmora had come through this empire with the furious resolve of a grieving brother, blood drunk and backed by many more of the same. Men they were and men alone they stayed but for the rippling voice of the Tongues, driving the snow born Mer before them from the Reach to Winterhold and beyond to Solsthiem.

While the last and greatest of the Ancient Falmer war host stood upon the slopes of the red-slick snow capped Moesring mountains, locked in deathly dance of the doomed with their nordic pursuers', yet more claimed refuge with their cousins the Dwemer and their restrictions.
As the last hope of the Ancient Falmer fell from his horse, impaled by a child's blade, his people drank of poison and feasted on foul mushrooms. Their eyes of pure and brilliant sapphire clouded with cataracts and shrunk into worthlessness, their backs bent crooked under the weight of the cruel hospitality that served both shield and lash.

The last to feast was a Seer of no particular renown, who in his horror of what had befallen so great a people, tore away his own eyes and cast a prayer of salvation to Great Auri-El to the indifferent apathy of his Dwemer 'hosts'. The tang of bile replaced desperate worship, and so too was the Seer made Feral.

It has been 3 era's since.
The Dwemer are gone, the Nords rule as descendants of old Atmora, There is nothing beautiful of the Ancients left in the degenerated beasts of the new Falmer.
But the prayer still echos, amidst the eternal and atemporal river that flows in on itself, and the wheels of Prophecy begin to turn anew. A blazing eye that lights the world turns towards the north, to the genesis of this great undoing, and so it is that in Sarthaal's halls, A body drops to the floor in a burst of sunlight.

>Please select one [1] Boon
>He rises with a spear in hand, gleaming with unearthly white light. The spear of Encroaching Frost, a relic of bygone days that bites with the chill of winter and renders those it strikes more vulnerable to the cold.
>He rises again shrouded in a mantle of sunlight, the ancient halls having not seen it's like since their construction. Undead, the unclean, deadric, all that which is contrary to great Auri-el will fear the reproach of solar flame.
>He rises again, the first breath of royalty breathing out makes the world tremble, the blessings of the soul of The Fixed Center weave and flow through this new body and with understanding comes the understanding of the power of the Tongues.

Casting his sight around, the great eye blazes with approval, and the air ripples in the dank tomb with a name:
>Athring
>Nilibor
>Vythis
>Pitch your own, just make it elfy

<span class="mu-s">VRRRRRMMMMMM</span>

The sound of the engine in your 18-wheeler reverberates in a crescendo of alternating cadence as it cruises down the interstate.

Your dip sits in it's container next to you, you take out a packet and start to chew slowly, sipping on your Monster Zero Ultra as the radio plays today's pop music in it's usual rotation.

<span class="mu-i">"This is Horny Rodent, traffic coming up towards Utah is outrageous.. over,"</span> an accented voice says over your radio.

"Shit, just what I need.. bad enough I'm behind schedule as is," you say out loud to yourself.

In that instance you put your foot down on the gas flooring it into the truck itself and the engine screams as it pushes itself to it's limit, you're not just speeding down this section of highway, you're a demon on wheels.

A minute passes by and you see red and blue lights making their way towards you from your rearview mirror, "son of a bitch! I can't lose my job," you tell yourself as you dip and weave with the expert precision of a 250lb roadhog.

You check the rearview once more and then..

<span class="mu-r">CRUNCH</span>
<span class="mu-r">SNAP</span>

In just mere minutes you're looking up at the sky from outside your cargo truck, your limbs in places they shouldn't be, if those ones are even attached to you at all. The area surrounding you is in chaos, the traffic from earlier escalated as your 18-wheeler added a devastating impact to numerous vehicles in the mix.

The pain is overwhelming, if only you could scream, if only you could call for help in some way. The police lights close in on your location, you close your eyes and your vision is soon washed away in a white light. Your last thoughts being...

>The time a lot lizard told me I was her best lay

>Winning the Texas Regional Speed Eaters Cup

>Rolling up my coffee rim and winning my Ford F-150

>Something else (enter your own option)