It’s when I’m contemplating the optimal way of wasting my life away that there’s a knock on my office door.
“Come in,” I grumble, threading the slightest bit of power to the sigil on my left pointer. You can never be too cautious.
The door swings open, and in steps a woman wearing a sundress with enough color to give me an instant headache. I note she has four arms, four eyes, and skin leaning on a purple hue. Must be some type of Arachne, then, but the specifics of her parentage aren’t exactly my problem. She steps right up to my desk, fearless, and graces me with a smile rife with one too many fangs.
I thread just a teensy, tiny bit more power into my defenses. Just in case.
“Hullo, mister wizard!” The woman says in a voice a touch shriller than I expected. “My name’s Gina, I saw the papers you placed around town regarding your services, and I wish I could’ve greeted you earlier, oh, but I’ve been so busy the last week. I adore new arrivals, and magic, and–”
“Yeah, hello to you too.” I wave a hand to stop her rambling before it splits my poor head open. “You got a magic problem that needs fixing, or…?” I stare up at her.
Gina pauses for a moment, brain rebooting - if she even has one - and smiles wider. “Oh, yes, yes indeed I do! You see, there’s been something strange happening! I run a clothing shop down the street, and I’ve been hearing the strangest noises. It’s like something’s scampering around, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t even catch a glimpse of whatever it might be. I’m worried something sinister might be stalking around. Is it possible your magic might be able to sniff out the perpetrator? I can pay!”
A rat? Is that what she wants me to deal with; a wizard, formerly of the Star Circle, reduced to dealing with rodents? I briefly wonder what my mentor would think of me now… if they even deigned to think of me at all after the incident.
I look to Gina and…
>Agree because I might want to do a good thing.
>Agree because I need the money.
>Agree… but first I’m hiking up the price as far as I can. A wizard’s gotta eat.
>Question her. Why should a wizard like me deal with what might just be a wild animal? That’s a job for the town’s Paladin squad, not me.
>Disagree. I’m not in the mood for some menial task, even if there’s money involved.
A world that grows only where you walk. Where you live.
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This is an experimental RPG thread. Every player receives an individual story, a personal starting point, and a mission crafted around the character they create.
Because this is a test run, rare resets may happen, but I will do everything I can to avoid them.
Only 6 slots are available.
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HOW TO JOIN
In name bar include a tripcode in the name field:
Name#password
Example: Gideon#1234
The trip does not grant perks — it simply ensures that no one can impersonate your character.
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YOUR REGISTRATION MUST INCLUDE:
1) Class Anything classic or thematic: Warrior, Rogue, Mage, Hunter, etc.
2) Starting weapon Something simple and believable for a beginner in a harsh, grounded world (ex: old spear, crude knife, wood staff, sling, hunting bow).
3) Your initial goal (in spoiler) This is private, visible only to the narrator. It shapes your first mission and determines where your world begins.
• Every player is placed in their own corner of the world. • Stories do not start in the same place. • Your mission is unique to your character and shaped entirely by what you submit. • The world responds realistically — your choices matter. • No party play at the start. • Your adventure continues only when you post; others do not affect your timeline. • I will speak only when replying to players. • You may speak in or out of character. Use [[like this]] for OOC comments.
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GENERAL TONE OF THE WORLD
Grounded. Harsh. Atmospheric. Magic exists, but it is rare, dangerous, or expensive. Creatures do not exist to entertain you — they exist for themselves. Survival, observation, and intention matter.
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FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED
Only the first six valid registrations will enter the experiment. Invalid or incomplete posts will be skipped.
When all six slots are filled, the thread becomes closed for new players. I'll remember all of you in the future.
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If you're ready, post your character. Your world begins the moment you do.
(THIS QUEST'S CANON IGNORES THE EXISTENCE OF OTHER M, PRIME 4: BEYOND, AND CERTAIN PROMOTIONAL MATERIALS COMPLETELY)
The year is 2XX1. In the wake of the Carrion Wars two years prior, the Galactic Federation has shattered completely. After the Civil War For Human Supremacy, the Galactic Federation was divided in two. The ousted old guard who welcomed aliens among it's ranks and leadership, and the new Federation for a new age. Many sweeping changes have happened as of late, the Federation now has a strict no aliens allowed policy for recruitment, combat, and leadership, the only exceptions being contracted bounty hunters.
Just five months ago, our best soldier, Samus Aran, the sole inheritor of the now-extinct Chozo's technology, secrets and power suit betrayed the Federation and went AWOL when assigned to destroy a weapon of mass destruction being built by old guard insurgents along with their leaders. Her power suit has technology and equipment beyond anything we can comprehend, let alone assign to our troops, so this is an unacceptable loss. She must be found, brought to justice for her crimes, and stripped of her Chozo technology and secrets.
This is where we are sending out an open invitation on DarkCommNet to FOUR bounty hunters, regardless of species or affiliation, to take on this mission of utmost importance. Your mission; travel to Kriken space, where there are rumors of a bounty hunter with a power suit and technology matching the description of Samus Aran has been taking contracts, many of which involve illicit activities and in some cases, assassination, and making a name for herself as "the hunter". We want her brought in dead or alive, and outside of Kriken Space. In the case of the former, please ensure that her corpse is intact enough to ensure the retrieval of genetic and organ materials.
We cannot give you access to military support or formal supplies on your mission to Kriken space, as they are highly territorial, aggressive, and will declare war if Federation involvement is suspected, which we cannot afford with our current resources after the Carrion Wars. We can, however, ensure a handsome reward of nontaxed Galactic Standard Credits, as well as a blanket pardon for any past and future crimes committed.
Please fill out the application below if you are of interest:
>Name
>Age
>Species (Doesn't have to be a prior established species from Metroid lore)
>Abilities/Equipment
>Affiliation
>Motivation
>Preference for delivery of reward credits after job completion; anonymous transfer or in-person?
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Frieden Moon, The Mind-Killer. Black-Band pilot of ZAFT.</span></span> Has found himself participating in a covert infiltration of the Atlantic Federation's G-Project using his background as a former EA pilot... Though unfortunately caught in the crossfire of ZAFT's operation to steal the Mobile Weapons in Heliopolis Colony. A deceived partner uncovers a secret of the Nation of ORB. <span class="mu-i">Which now lays on Frieden's own hands to pilot.</span>
Within the walls of an abandoned café, a scheme begins to form, the take down of one of the most prominent figures of the city’s underworld will soon go underway. Preparations are happening, and you’re at the heart of it. After your short date with Celia concluded, she asked for a favor, to force her biological father to face justice: the head of the mafia, <span class="mu-s">Gianluigi Youhao</span>. You’ll be handsomely repaid for your efforts.
<span class="mu-s">The assault team</span> consists of 5 key members: You, Aurora Dewitt, Charlotte ‘Crossbill’ Summers, Celia Youhao (?), and Beanie Hedgehog.
<span class="mu-s">Beanie Hedgehog</span> consists of 4 key members: A Beanie Hedgehog doll, Veranica Mouseson, Liu Yeong, and Lydie Zexian all inside a trench coat.
During your review of the potential threats, it was revealed that one of the biggest ones is the man you defeated in a Go-Kart race, ‘Titan #1’ <span class="mu-s">Jielun Zexian</span> is Loud Lydie’s brother. Small world.
Shortly after a barrage of questions for the Golden Peak Academy Ace (that went unanswered), the second degree sisters returned to get up to speed with what had been discussed.
To recap quickly, the three threats discussed so far are:
-Former Assembly Member and Current Ka-Shing lackey — <span class="mu-s">Joe Riddle.</span>
-Former Assembly Member, Former Prisoner who you liberated during the raid, and Supposed Member of the Youhao Clan — <span class="mu-s">Sasha Langdon.</span>
-Lydie’s brother, Big Cinephile, and the Number 1 Titan of the Youhao Clan — <span class="mu-s">Jielun Zexian</span>.
What a cast. Good thing that you (potentially) don’t have to deal with them. Either way, the meeting continues!
“Why did everyone act like I was done explaining?!” Vera was caught in the middle of her explanation.
“<span class="mu-i">Huh?!</span> <span class="mu-s">My</span> brother wasn’t the main dish?! This is beyond disrespectful, Veranica.” Lydie feels insulted.
“Uhm, and well, Rora and Celia showed up. We had to start from the beginning.” <span class="mu-i">Resting Laptop Table</span> Liu says.
“I still can’t believe we’re sisters!” Aurora is hugging Celia like trying to make up for the lost years.
“Y-You’re so clingy. And, to be clear, I didn’t know either...” Celia grumbles. “Still, we’re not blood related.”
“I already told you, if you’re sis with Gisella and Pammachio, you’re sisters with me!” Rora scolds.
“<span class="mu-i">W-Why do I feel like the younger sibling…?</span>” Celia uses her third beanie to hide her embarrassment.
“I feel like I missed an emotional moment...” You wanted to watch it...
“Let’s go full throttle so we don’t miss anything else!” Crossbill wants everyone to focus. “Who wants to take it from here?”
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.
You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.
Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted): >30 minute vote times >Pick ONLY ONE option when voting >Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled dice >At ten minutes past your previous roll, and there are not yet enough rolls, you may roll an additional roll >Crits are 100 on a d100 >99s or paired rolls may net you extra bonuses >Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third >Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored >If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny >Have fun
SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can also find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes.
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be.
You've managed to survive the last 7 days at your job. Your job, of course, involves studying and researching dangerous anomalous entities in order to make money for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC).
In fact, you survived long enough to get promoted from Level 0 to Level 1. You're no longer on the bottom of the totem pole but you're still so, so far away from the top. Five more ranks to go and who's to say you'll survive long enough to reach the top?
If you're going to die here, at least you're going to die at the top. You've climbed dozens upon dozens of corporate ladders, what's one more, after all? It's the only life you've known so you might as well get comfortable with it.
As for a recap of some notable things that happened recently?
You accidently stumbled across Liz getting herself involved in office politics. While you don't care about getting yourself entangled in them, you decided to keep an eye on Liz to make sure she won't do something she'll regret.
You also learnt that one of your coworkers, Ashton, is an aberrant cannibalistic human called a 'Harvester'. For a while you thought her unconditional kindness to you was a mask for something but no, apparently she really see you as a friend. Instead of a meal, thankfully.
A dream you had last night still lingers in the back of your mind. It was the only decision you could've made, it was the only right decision, you had to leave that house.
One of your anomalies, IN LIMBO, has finally kicked the bucket. It decided that the best thing to do would be to move on. All that's left of it now is an ARTIFACT, a remnant of its anomalous power. Rest in peace, Rolle.
And lastly, an old and presumably anomalous phone you bought a while ago has been ringing non-stop during your shift. You're currently trying to negotiate a deal with a mysterious man who's offering you something that 'doesn't cost you money', whatever that means.
Your life is a surreal mess but what can you do about it? The only path you can see for yourself is doing your job to the best of your ability. You're a <span class="mu-s">wageslave</span>, born and raised to torture yourself by doing obtuse and obscene tasks all so a line goes up.
You are a CANONICALLY HOMOSEXUAL wizard man. You have an EPIC STAFF and also a WITCH'S BROOMSTICK which feels PRETTY REDUNDANT you think. You were thinking of hitting up a REDBOX to pick up a straight-to-dvd BROOMSPELL which is something like a MOVIE (your broom doubles as a DVD player)
Miles of highway condense together in your head as you watch the yellow lines pass under you. You hated long drives, especially with passengers that don’t appreciate your music taste. You reached into the console and pulled out your pack of cigarettes with the lighter inside. You put the last cigarette in your mouth and tried to light it but with no success. “Almost got it,” you whispered to no one in particular. You kept steering with one hand as you grabbed the lighter and lit it, letting the smoke escape out the slightly cracked window. You were almost coordinated enough to use your telekinesis to smoke. To your right sleeping in the passenger seat was your resident telepath, Denise. Sprawled out in both seats behind you was the precog, Cassandra. That’s how you knew it would be an uninteresting trip, based on how relaxed she looks. It was just going to be a routine mission, a snatch and grab. You didn’t care for the details of who you were kidnapping, you only knew he was a natural psychic. He must have been caught in the act of using it, intentionally or not. About one percent of the population are born with a certain organ attached to their brain stem known as the Sigmata. Most who have it won’t even realize they are mutants with its effect being so weak. The powerlifter who unknowingly channels telekinesis into his muscles to help with his lift or the charismatic celebrity who everyone loves for no particular reason, both examples of natural born psychics that are harmless. They can still far outperform any non-mutant but have modest achievements and don’t break the veil of secrecy. On the other hand there are some psychics who have to be controlled, the pyromaniac who realizes if he focuses enough he can start a flame with his mind or the dictator who could compel people to commit genocide with his voice alone. To make these people disappear is the job of the secret government organization known as the Department of Psychic Studies.
