You live in a country called Sol, it's a very ordinary country. At least as far as fictional countries go.

The rich are rich and powerful.
The poor are poor and abused.
The taxes are high.
The salaries are low.

Nothing out of ordinary... If it wasn't for three factors.

Your country is under a military dictatorship after the coup 76 years ago, the iternal ministry has unlimited power tondo as henplease and has the habit of making disidents.... Disapear under misterious circustances.
Your nation's religion is a very weird and unique form of sun worship mixed with life affirming poetry, no other country kn the world shares thisbfaith since the country was founded by this sun cult, fleeing persecution from the old world.

Some people, often weirdos, loners, and outcats, develop supernatural capabilities, especially after traumas.

You are one of such individuals, called "THE AWAKENED" among them selves and "ANOMALIES" by most governments. These beings are able to make the impossible possible with their minds. No one is 100% sure of how their powers work... Many hypotheses circulate, but to this day, no one has the definitive answer. Dispite being blessed with capabilities beyond that of the normal mundane humans, all awakened are plagued by a constant headache, a mental backlash of their powers and being surrounded by ordinary people.

Most of the great world events were shaped directly or indirectly by awakened people, and the government is aware of them... Often recruting them from a young age to act as special agents. A very dangerous job but one that offers a very early retirement, for a stable but simple life being paid by the internal ministry to keep quiet and not cause trouble.

That has been your life. You are now 35. Nerdy, weird and out of shape... 5 years of service to the internal ministry granted you a stable salary, a rundown apartment in the city of St. Balder (the largest and most cosmopolitan in the entire county), a new identity, and a big dose of contempt for politics and the mundane world.

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Sven-033's Qualities: [Special] Giant, [Special] Spartan-II, Maverick, Officer [Lieutenant], Wunderkind, Inspiring.

Sven-033's Advancement Paths: Brawler: Open Hand: 6/10 Bulwark: Unbreakable: 5/10 Grenadier: Plasma Wiz: 5/10 Shotgunner: 1| Diplomat 3/6 Infiltrator 3/6 Scrounger 3/6 Tactician 3/6 Boogeyman 1/6| Jotun 2/4

Sub objective Progress: Artificial Artisan 3/?| Blade Breaker 1/?
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UNSC Skidbladnir (Razor Class Prowler)

UNSC Skidbladnir Crew Qualities: Eclectic, Informed [ Covenant ].

UNSC Skidbladnir Assigned Smart AI: Rita.

UNSC Skidbladnir Officers: Sensor Operator: Ensign Sonar Kobal, COM Officer: Ensign Kon Kiyomi. Navigator: Lieutenant Junior Grade Marisa Deluna, Weapons Controller: Lieutenant Junior Grade Valerie Faure. Pilots: Warrant Officer Bari Cook & Cadet Bernetta Coste

Spartans Aboard: Sven-033, James-005, Jorges-052. Nesta-097, Shika-108, Daisy-023. Naomi-010, Solomon-069, Malcom-059, Anton-044, Illya-077, Cal-141, and Soren-066 (Inactive/ Washout)

Dropship/ Combat Pilots "Reaper Spirit" Warrant Officer Chen Tian, "Doghouse" Crewman Apprentice Tor Ostrum
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Standing at attention, you only had to consider the Vice Admiral's question for a moment before you answers, and told the officers witnessing your promotion and receiving of commendations and decorations for Operation: Irminsul and your superior office

"Yes, I'd like to recommend Warrant Officer Chen Tian for the Bronze Star or his role in Operation: HVITSERK", the action that Warrant Officer Chen took part in was one of the parts of that space battle that was blotted out with black ink on official reports. All that got through to his service record was that he flew a spec ops boarding party and flew his Pelican back intact. It wasn't stated, that he'd risked his life to make sure the Spartan Fire team reached Whiteshirt's retrofitted Halcyon in one piece, that he flew like a bat out of hell to get past that behemoth's point defense and lingered in range to draw fire away from them as they performed EVA to actually land on the enemy flagship.

If anyone in that fleet action deserved a medal, it was him. You'd have asked for the Silver Star, or even the legion of honor or colonial cross, but realistically, he'd earned the Bronze Star. It was a show of incredible valor and courage, but not enough for the UNSC's highest honors.

Vice Admiral Stanforth nodded once.

"From what I've read of that battle, he's more than earned it. Along with the promotion he's scheduled to receive later today", your CO said as he gave his spoken approval and your felt a smile tug on the corner of your lips "And, he might be chosen to recieve a higher decoration than the bronze star, Lieutenant Commander'
Cont

It is the year 2026, Earth. You were a more or less ordinary inhabitant of this world, until today. A mysterious figure has appeared to you in a vision and explained that you have been granted two supernatural powers. The power of teleportation, and the power of time reversal. At will, you can reappear in any place you can imagine, and you can revert back in time to any point of your life after the moment you were granted the power.

At first, you didn't believe it. You thought you had dreamed it. But you decided to give it a try, and you teleported to the other side of your room. Then you rewound time back to before you teleported. It works. Now you will have to think carefully about what to do with your power.

But first, who are you?
>Name
>Sex
>Nationality
>Location
>Occupation
>Personal description

And what is it that you desire to use your powers for?
>Personal gain: riches, power, and hedonism
>Further your political ideology (which one?)
>Serve as an agent of the government (which one?)
>Further scientific progress
>Conduct humanitarian work
>Become worshipped as a god
>Other

The treasure seeker looked over the desert and his feline companion stood by his side, standing on his shadow. Under the moonlight, the large desert was a sea of blue and white that stretched far and beyond in all directions. Clouds etched on the sky, giving the horizon a dreamscape feel to it. Even so, the vast wasteland was by no means empty.

“I wonder how much is out there..,” the seeker removed his hood, revealing a head full of midnight blue metallic hair and long pointy ears that twitched under the cold night wind. His two large eyes and the two smaller eyes above his brows showed a curious expression. His name was Meehraj and he was a Spiderling.

Large protrusions jutted out from the desert’s sandy surfaces. Taller ones sprouting from over yonder in the horizon. He had heard many things, ranging from the remains of some giant creature, to being the remains of some vessel. Or even spires of some underground structures of the Ancients. For Meehraj, it all boils down to them being ancient ruins, ready to be explored. And treasures to be found…


>Gathering some rare materials for some elixir making/forgery
>Tracking a beast for tranquilize and taken back to the village
>Other: (write in)

I'm making a map to use for world-building and I'd like help to make it as organically as possible. Here I have made the natural layout for a medium/large island; boringly similar to a European landmass like the UK. It is temperate with mixed dense forests, large mountains, and giant freshwater lakes similar to the NA great lakes. Geologically its probably formed from a combination of ancient volcanic activity and glacial erosion.

I'd like you guys to add details one at a time, like settlers and POI or maybe creatures or natives, that it builds up like a chronological history. Mundane or fantastical or serious or silly are all fair play, I'd just like to avoid completely illogical nonsense. Also feel free change the landscape in way that make sense on a human time scale, like shifting river and shoreline or man-made changes like farmland and clear-cutting.

With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.

You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier 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 over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?

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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

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<span class="mu-s">SINISTER SCHEMES</span>

The continuing adventures of two degenerates under the great big Goddamn ball of fire.

Theme Song (Cheeseburger - Comin' Home) https://youtu.be/DzEHtTe0j3U

The continent of Illyria, ruled by four kingdoms united following a devastating world war in the early 20th century.

The mountainous lands of Gulvan sit to the west, the kingdom’s wealth gained from great mining operations and the construction of vast military fleets. They are the first to employ autonomous weapons into their military.

Sitting in the eastern plains is Aldrir, where the fires of chivalric tradition still burn on. Despite its avoidance of many modern customs, magic flows within its people, the last mages of the world.

To the further northeast is the kingdom of Mirain, the gateway to the seas beyond. Sitting in the center of the world, Mirain prides itself as a hub of environmental research and egalitarian development.

Finally, the kingdom to the south is Forea, once the great empire of ancient times, now a propulsory force of industry and trade across the world, as well as a hotbed for culture and entertainment for tourists.

As the winter of 2007 rolls into spring, Illyria enters a state it hasn’t seen in a millenia: wartime. Gulvan’s new administration has spent the past half a decade bringing its old grievances back into the forefront of its politics: it believes Aldrir’s gift of magic is a sinful power that will only bring ruin if the world doesn’t decide to act and seal it away. Negotiations for continued peace degrade, and now Gulvan has launched an invasion across Aldrir’s borders. For now, Forea and Mirain abstain from the fighting, hoping that peace can be achieved between the combatants.

Perhaps the stagnant fate of all of Illyria now hangs in a tense balance.

But you? You couldn’t care less about any of this. You’re just a young punk looking for any way you can to drive really, REALLY fast…

[Continued…]

The sun rises over the Smoky Mountains, revealing dew- and fog-covered valleys, the remnants of East Tennessee after the veil fall. The parting fog reveals a settlement, a mixture of old and new buildings with a definite medieval flair, a castle on a hill overlooking a medium town with people beginning to truly leave their homes for work. Whether it be working fields and shepherding herds or more skilled work like blacksmithing and carpentry.
However, to you this is the new beginning; your father lies buried in the graveyard next to the small orchard the family has maintained for generations. With his passing you are now the duke of Stone Bridge. A man you had once thought indestructible layed low by a poisoned arrow from some Swail clan scum. His armor had stopped dozens of arrows, spears, and axe strikes, but there is always one. What had been an attempt to open some communication to at least lessen the constant hostilities between some of the mountain clans and your own house, not to mention all the other houses and noble lords that dotted the rivers and hills just below the mountains, instead ended in the death of your father and some of his retinue by ambush.
Now though is not the time for grieving, for you are a Duke of Stone Bridge, and you must take your vengeance as all lords of the hills and rivers do through reiving, and you shall not just stop at some lives of their boys and whatever herds you can claim from Clan Swale today; no, you shall destroy their main winter settlement if you can as you stand from where you were kneeling before the cross that marks your father, and you begin sending riders to all who swear their arms to you in the outlying villages as you order your servants to prepare rooms for the lords and knights with a mustering space for their respective retinues.
This is a quest set in a post-apocalyptic America where, at least to your knowledge of the surrounding regions, it is anything from forest and mountain clans who only wear their highest chain and live a semi-nomadic lifestyle all the way to the early modern period, circa the English Civil War, with everything in between being possible. You and the lands you control have a tech level of mostly the hundred wars era equivalent with some things that are more advanced, like stagecoaches. Your stylings and culture are somewhat inspired by English border reivers, but you're more likely to have some full plate, but you will have more medium and lighter cavalry in the form of hobelars and similar things. Monsters and magic similar to fantasy do exist with monsters being not uncommon, some even talk of different races, but magic of any real power is incredibly rare.
Feel free to ask any questions you may have this my first time running a quest here
<span class="mu-g">What is your name [ write in ]
Are you married or at least betrothed already [ yes/no ]</span>

You are Bob Petter. Former genius delinquent student turned apocalyptic superhuman boytoy and stud to the deadliest VERY loosely defined women you could find. You admit you have uh...major issues when it comes to your taste in the opposite sex with a huge deathwish. Yet your big brain must also be sated, too. That is what hobbies are for...specifically SCIENCE! While everyone else struggles to survive, you have long concluded that such things are far beneath you. Better to live off deadly females and join the fun factions so you can focus on what you love most.

SEX and SCIENCE!

Who gives a fuck about the consequences? It's not like the world isn't already ruined and there isn't an ongoing apocalypse or anything. In fact, unlike most survivors, you arguably adapted to a disturbing degree and in doing so discovered your true self. To others, this is an end, but to you, it is a new beginning.

The only downside is that at times, you have to leave your comfy lab or bedroom. As for some stuff, you need to handle yourself, no matter how much you may want to delegate. After all, nobody else is gonna understand the needs and idiosyncrasies of a Hivemind abomination mountain of flesh with far too many heads and tentacles with an obsession with adding new heads to its collection and a strange interest in tentacles. That, for some reason, decided that rather than add your empty head to its collection, you would instead serve as a great see only intern to its glorious scientific abominable mind! At least the benefits are great, and you can finally get paid when your internship ends.

Plus your currently trying to avoid your adopted big sister, who may have sorta...be SUPER fucking pissed off at you for your activities. Hopefully, your fiancée will forgive you for dumping it on her, and she'll be able to handle it. You trust that mind-controlling witch to uphold her side of the deal. Just gotta consider what kind of gift you bring back for forgiveness...

Right now, it's honestly safer to be in the most dangerous part of a glowing city full of murderous machines, insane regenerating ghoul hordes on crack, and swarms of loose bioweapons that escaped containment. While the weather cannot make up its mind to settle on a radioactive blizzard, a hurricane, or some kind of anomaly like a gravitic firestorm. You are right in the very heart of it. Still safer than dealing with your big sister. Yes, she scares you that much. Also, yes, it's a major reason for your issues with women.

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